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Starting September 27, 2008: one photo per day accompanied by prevailing thoughts, moods, or feelings on that day.

August 19, San Mateo, CA: I should be able to get to bed much earlier tonight. If Latin poetry doesn’t work, what will? Earlier tonight a friend called me out, in public, for not having returned their phone call. I am long overdue and wrong for not calling back (although, in this case, I didn't think the "public option" was the best way to go), but it reminded me that something I had told myself to consider was the fact that I maintain contact with so many people. For a long time, I have thought about what might be at the heart of it, but I think that there's something there that I haven't wanted to admit about myself. I'm not even sure if I'm ready to at this point. I used to get into my car and immediately think about who I could call during the drive and just start dialing. I still get that urge lots of times, and I still make lots of calls, but I ask myself why a lot more often.

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August 19, San Mateo, CA: I should be able to get to bed much earlier tonight. If Latin poetry doesn’t work, what will? Earlier tonight a friend called me out, in public, for not having returned their phone call. I am long overdue and wrong for not calling back (although, in this case, I didn't think the "public option" was the best way to go), but it reminded me that something I had told myself to consider was the fact that I maintain contact with so many people. For a long time, I have thought about what might be at the heart of it, but I think that there's something there that I haven't wanted to admit about myself. I'm not even sure if I'm ready to at this point. I used to get into my car and immediately think about who I could call during the drive and just start dialing. I still get that urge lots of times, and I still make lots of calls, but I ask myself why a lot more often.

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