Another Saltwater Room

Well hey hey hey.


Now calm down, shove your jaw back up so it connects with your uppers.  I'm not back.  Well I mean, I guess I never left, since this is cyberspace and all.  But I come brining (and bringing) a message of hope and light, of a better future where our gaybies run free in fields of grass and flame.


That message is...


THIS.

A Surprise Goodbye

I am ditching this blog in lieu of another one.  I've grown tired and unenthused about my blogging life and I'm thinking it's time to start over, fresh.  The last few years have been.. different.  Much more different than I had originally imagined.

So it's time to say good-bye to the no-good dancer, and to remember some magical moments we've shared.

2007!  Damn, I really took off in September, didn't I?  Four posts in a month!?  I talk about my dying iBook (which didn't end up biting the bullet until, what, five months ago? You were a real champ, RIP.), as well as sharing my likes and my dislikes.

Skip ahead to heartbreak, insect bonding, late night musings, and some wonderful thoughts on same-same relations.  It's interesting for me to see how, after that break-up, I seemed to find an outlet in this blog.  Not necessarily to break down the nitty-gritty, but often to think and organize and understand what I'm feeling.

Then there's some broken promises, my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary, and one singular experience that will forever mar my innocence.

And now, here we are.  We end with a limerick and my continuing graying hair.

There once was a blog on the net

Where myself I am sure I had met

We looked at each other

And screamed, "Holy MOTHER!"

Together we said "I'mma jet."

Dear 2011

(insert hopes and dreams here)

Sincerely, Keith

One Merry Elf, Please

The office I work in has an annual Christmas party and this year, I was invited.  I work with a lot of middle-aged people.  I'm the youngest on staff next to a 31 year old girl named Lindsay.  I'm also the only dude aside from the Doctor himself.  Not the actual Doctor, mind you, but this periodontist guy named Roger.  Roger, I believe, is short for Bill.  As if you didn't already know.


I was allowed a plus one, so I called up Josi and asked if she'd like to go.  She said yes, we planned it out, and I picked her up this evening for a drive down to Bandon.  We ate at The Wheelhouse and it was delicious.  This juicy piece of chicken I ate was covered in pesto, cilantro, jalapeno, and feta.  OhmygoditwasAMAZING.  A piece of vanilla cheesecake and chocolate swirl to top it off was just perfect.


Doctor sang an Elvis Presley classic while his current (as in, here today gone tomorrow) girlfriend wrapped her arms around his neck and overbounced.  What a dork.  Both of 'em.


(EDIT) This was a dull post.  I realize that in hindsight.  

Welcome Back, Keither

Today I re-read a bunch of older blog posts I've made, both here on Blogger and also on Xanga. Now, I'll be the first to say that I'm not as wonderfully skilled a writer as I'd like to think. But I'd have to hold my tongue if you said I had more passion, more zest, more connection back then. I can see it in my posts, I can see it in comments that were left. And I've certainly had the thought cross my mind more than once in the past few years.

My faith invigorated me.

It made me feel kinetic.

It made me feel alive.

I think I'm searching for my alternative.

The would-be faith that I can feel in my bones.

A reason to be excited about life again.

Think I'll find it?