1999...

..the song, you know, Prince? It's playing on the online "radio".

Mr. Bloggy is a little dusty.

Remember when it was 1999? My life was so different then. And 1996? or 2? Wow.
Life seems to be a series of loosing and gaining different identities for me.
I can't imagine that everyone feels this way...so compartmentalized about time periods in their life.
Maybe that's stupid. Everyone, do you feel that way?

What is the thread that remains "Sylvia"?

Thought-train switch (but not really):

On my coffee breaks at work, I've started reading Albert Camus' essay on the Myth of Sisyphus. Sisyphus was a man sentenced to roll a boulder up a hill, then down again for eternity. The essay explores the question of suicide. I read about this essay in high school when I was studying Hemingway's The Old Man and The Sea.

(Playing with the Queen of Hearts, Juice Newton is now playing - I'm on a trip to my childhood)

Anyway, the point about reading the essay was simply that I still get off on philosophy, and the history of thought and the history of religious belief/spirituality and the history of music and food and art and anything else that is sensory....

Humanity is bizarre, and being human myself is even more bizarre. It is my passion to learn about what moves us. This I will pursue endlessly until I die, regardless of what my current identity is.

That's the thread.