Daily Archives: 9 . March . 2005

The House That Dad Built

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The House That Dad Built
Artist Trading Card

I saw a post a while back on one of the message boards I frequent on Yahoo, asking for participants in an ATC swap regarding a school research project someone was conducting. The subject matter was to focus on “homeland” and the card will be displayed with many others who participated in the project.

This subject intrigued me, because I feel rather rootless. I live in California, yet I was born in Canada, to a set of Hungarian immigrant parents who still considered themselves Hungarians foremost. My parents have passed on. My sister and I are estranged. Now I simply feel a citizen of the world, but when I peer back into the various incarnations of “me” a sad little part of me emerges… one who misses the connection to family, but knows that what is lost shall never be regained.

"P" is for Prozac… and other musings

Well, so much aggro around me lately… and I’m wondering if it’s starting to rub off. I’m ordering a round of chocolate all around. Those Chantico chocolate drinks at Starbucks’ are faboo…

Totally unrelated, but equally amusing… I found an old photo of myself in a stack of photos I was looking through this evening (for a collage I’m working on). Wow. How times flies, and how time changes. I was eighteen in this photo. And back then, I thought I was unattractive. I was reflecting upon that the other day-how no matter where we are in our lives, we never seem to be satisfied with the now, and either dream of the past or long for the future. I have been trying to make an effort to live in the now, and appreciate every precious moment.