On Change

feorlen is moving.

When we first became involved, about ten years ago, she lived here in Tampa. Now she’s in Atlanta, which is about seven hours away by car or half an hour by plane…far, but not too far. We still see each other often.

The pressure has been growing for quite some time, however–calling her to San Francisco. It’s the right place for her to be, for a number of reasons, not the least of which is her career.

Still, it’s hard to bridge such a gap in a romantic relationship.

And so, I, the person who said he’d never be involved in a long-distance relationship, will soon find himself in two. Go figure.

Of Rings and Things

URL of the Day: File this one under “You Gotta Be Shitting Me“: The Lion King teaches homosexuality.


My wife has never before been exposed to “The Lord of the Rings,” or indeed to any other Tolkien.

I suppose i can’t really say too much about it. I have my own cultural illiteracies as well; I’ve never watched “Charlie’s Angels” or “Three’s Company” on TV, for example, and I’ve never seen so much as a single episode of “Leave It to Beaver.”

But anyway, she’s somhow managed to live without being exposed to the joys of Tolkien’s brand of fantasy, until now. She is currently deep in “The Return of the King,” having devoured “The Fellowship of the Ring” and “The Two Tours” in much the way a starving wolf might devour a Sirloin steak, and having seen the movie version of “The Fellowship of the Ring” twice. In fact, she’s ahead of me on “The Two Towers” as I write this, and takes great delight in teasing me about it. (I’ve read it a long time ago, but I’m rediscovering it as an adult.)

It’s fun to see her enjoying something so completely…