| [::..about..::] |
| :: age: 41 |
| :: ancestry: english, scottish, irish, german, french |
| :: education: finance, real estate, sociology, economics |
| :: gender: male |
| :: home: dallas |
| :: orientation: gay |
| :: politics: libertarian |
| :: religion: christian |
| :: sign: pisces |
| :: species: homo sapiens |
| :: status: single |
| :: vocation: financial analyst/grad student |
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[::..recommended..::] |
| :: cybertheo |
| :: ethnic lounge |
| :: fate delivers |
| :: my quiet life |
| :: the search for love in manhattan |
| :: truck808 |
| :: usinpeace |
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| [::..neighbors..::] |
| :: sometimeshappy |
| :: force of mouth |
| :: computer academic underground global headquarters |
| :: no smorking |
| :: serial experiments |
| :: radical wacko |
| :: archipelapogo |
| :: random thoughts from a large head |
| :: brilliant corners |
| :: communications paradigm shift |
| :: evaporated |
| :: prairie point |
| :: unadulterated text |
| :: time runs with an ax |
| :: portia of venice |
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| [::..reading..::] |
::
came to believe
by alcoholics anonymous |
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twelve steps and twelve traditions
by alcoholics anonymous |
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the alchemist
by paul coelho |
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dune by frank herbert |
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the death and life of great american cities by jane jacobs |
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wherever you go, there you are by jon kabat-zinn |
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if the buddha dated by charlotte kasl, phd |
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atlas shrugged by ayn rand |
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we the living
by ayn rand |
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| [::..listening..::] |
::
time & tide by basia |
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buena vista social club by buena vista social club |
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born by bond |
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michael buble'
by michael buble' |
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time out
by the dave brubeck quartet |
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dvorak: 3 great symphonies
by antonin dvorak |
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a day without rain
by enya |
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crazyhorse mongoose
by galactic |
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joao voz e violao
by joao gilberto |
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town called earth
by greyboy allstars |
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josh groban
by josh groban |
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synkronized by jamiroquai |
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turnstiles
by billy joel |
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come away with me by norah jones |
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les miserables
by les miserables international cast |
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solo para ti by ottmar liebert |
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the best of matt bianco by matt bianco |
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listen without prejudice
by george michael |
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trickle by olive |
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piano concerto no. 1/ rhapsody on a theme of paganini by sergey rachmaninov |
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wish by joshua redman |
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what's new by linda ronstadt & the nelson riddle orchestra |
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seal by seal |
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duncan sheik by duncan sheik |
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...all this time
by sting |
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mercury falling
by sting |
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under the covers
by dwight yoakam |
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| [::..links..::] |
| :: all consuming |
| :: biz stone, genius |
| :: blo.gs |
| :: blogdex |
| :: blog matcher |
| :: dive into mark |
| :: extreme tracking |
| :: globe of blogs |
| :: technorati link cosmos |
| :: weblogs |
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| [::..archive..::] |
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:: Wednesday, April 21, 2004 ::
friendship
God, I offer myself to Thee to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self that I may better do Thy Will. Take away my difficulties that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of Life. May I do Thy Will always.
Oh, that You would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would always be with me, and that You would keep me from evil.
Thank You for keeping me sober today. Amen.
Friendship is a serious affection; the most sublime of all affections, because it is founded on principle, and cemented by time. The very reverse may be said of love. In a great degree, love and friendship cannot subsist in the same bosom; even when inspired by different objects they weaken or destroy each other, and for the same object can only be felt in succession. The vain fears and fond jealousies, the winds which fan the flame of love, when judiciously or artfully tempered, are both incompatible with the tender confidence and sincere respect of friendship. -- Mary Wollstonecraft, A Vindication of the Rights of Women
Friendship is the perfection of love, and superior to love; it is love purified, exalted, proved by experience and a consent of minds. Love, Madam, may, and love does, often stop short of friendship. -- Samuel Richardson, Selected Letters of Samuel Richardson
I've not been motivated to blog lately, and I don't know why, but thought I would try to begin again today. The past few days have been full, and life is returning somewhat to normal, whatever that is. After work on Thursday, I did my birthday shopping for Brooks and Grace and then met my old roommate Stephanie and our friend Tally for dinner at Mi Cocina. Friday night, I was whooped after work and just stayed at home.
Saturday was busy, busy. Rossdog and I met for breakfast at Lucky's. I went by the bank to deposit some checks, ask about some charges, change my address, and order new checks. I went to the Men's AA meeting at Lambda which was good since I'd missed the previous week. I met Jane's bookkeeper to train her on QuickBooks for a couple of hours and then dropped off my laundry and headed out to Bart and Jennifer's for the birthday party. Brooks and Grace and all their friends were all jumping around in one of those inflatable bounce rooms Bart had rented for the day. We all had a great time. That night, Dean came over to see my new place. We had dinner at the Bronx and then stayed the night at his place. I had big plans for Sunday but didn't do much except finish the Treasurer's report for Lambda and deliver it to my assistant Jay.
Monday seemed to go by quickly, and class was short that night. Even though I didn't want to, I went to the HIV and Sobriety meeting last night at Lambda. It was all about relationships, and I was glad I went. About ten of the guys went for dinner at the Black-Eyed Pea afterwards, and I was really glad I joined them. I need to do that more often.
I've been thinking about friends lately since two of best ones are moving away soon. Ross leaves for New York in about a week, and Uncle Hal will be moving to Santa Fe next month. I know it won't be the last time that I see either of them, but I will miss them terribly. I'm so used to them being here. But now is an opportunity to make new friends, I guess.
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