About what, exactly?

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Me on a suspension bridge near Accra, Ghana

Sometimes—not always, but sometimes—I float along on petrified wood that just barely keeps me afloat. I don’t want that. I don’t want to live my life always half asleep, my attention bound by one glowing rectangle after another. I want to suck all the marrow out of life; not for Thoreau but for me. I want to rage against the dying of the light, but not for Thomas. It’s my hope that someday, SOMEDAY, my words will fork lightning and my deeds will dance. In short, I guess this blog is my attempt to capture life as I live it.

 

That and brag about all the awesome stuffs I do all the time.

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