What a week.
     Jim and Jamie have brought Samuel Pierce McDonald into the world. Every ounce of eloquence has escaped me in trying to describe how different this makes me think about the world at large.
     Traci has started seriously dating someone for the first time since we broke up. I'm trying to be big about the whole thing, but it's always a little hard.
     Off to the right I've put up "Heroes," which was "Our Song" for that last girl and I, at least in my mind. "Nothing can keep us together" pretty much summed up that relationship. I called her earlier in the week, and of course we fought, and I don't think we'll be talking again.
     And I tried to set one more personal relationship right this weekend. Though, again, I think that it means we won't be able to talk anymore.
     So, in the algebra of interpersonal relations, I'm up one and down three :-)

     All in all, though, it's all good. It's difficult to explain how I feel right now. Very grown up, if that makes sense. Training's going well, I've held a baby for the first time in my life, I've moved on a little from a few old relationships, and I'm moving forward into a few new ones. It's strange. Strange. Strange. I'm thinking about my current favorite piece of pop lyrical wisdom:

Every new beginning is some other beginning's end. Yeah.

     Yeah. As Langston Hughes said in Freedom's Plow, "Keep your hand on the plow, hold on!"
     I last updated this site on 9/20/98.

     I, I will be king.
     And you, you will be queen...
     We can be Heroes, just for one day.

     And you, you can be mean
     And I, I'll drink all the time
     Because we're lovers, and that is a fact...
     Though nothing will keep us together...
     We can be Heroes, forever and ever...

     Maybe we're lying.
     Then you'd better not stay.
     But we could be safer just for one day.
               --Heroes, David Bowie

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