moonriver's blog

I woke up this morning with the weirdest realization in so many years. It's about suddenly finding out that several women I've become close with (some of them are among my closest friends) show a startlingly singular pattern, a peculiar arra

Watching the three tenors right now as they murder the classic winter song "Sleigh Ride." There oughta be a law against this kind of unconscionable crime.

It's a week before the yearend holidays (alright, Christmas), and I'm still in July mode.I mean, you know: still revving at 16000 rpm even though I'm running near empty and my tires are squealing murder. Two simultaneous work project

I lie comfortable on the soft satiny couch-like. She hovers over me, her scent a dizzy mix of mint and jasmine. Our eyes meet, and she coos, "Are you ready for this?" I'm so excited I can only stutter and clear my throat, swallow, and

Why is media--especially American media--so quiet about this movement of architects and engineers that has been seeking the real truth about

Haven't posted on my blog here for a while, I know. But if you're expecting anything profound or provocative or funny -- not that I was anything like that in my past years' blogs here or at Soulcast -- then you're overexpecting. I just want

excited for new year

Shh. Don't disturb me. I'm enjoying my precious Saturday... while at work.

Sophie's in town, visiting Jiggy and me and probably the twins later this week. I gave her a gift. Guess what? A DVD of "Letters from Juliet." At first Sophie was preoccupied with other things, said she wasn't interested. But I egged her and nagged her

Hey, a new camping ground. So pristine, so fresh. So nice to see people milling about. Familiar people from another camping ground that somehow got sullied and neglected. I think I'll stake out my tent and campfire here for a while.