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Ramblings of an Unquiet Mind

My playground. I've got a jungle gym. Some monkey bars. And a slide. A twisty, plastic slide. Not one of those metal slides that is never very slippery and burns the backs of your legs in the summer.

Links The First
  • Written by Carl T. Holscher
  • November 7th, 2014
  • About Links

Links The First

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I sit on the subway, repairing
  • Written by Carl T. Holscher
  • March 5th, 2014
  • About Today

I sit on the subway, repairing

I sit on the subway every evening, repairing myself. I turn the volume up a little more on my earphones. I pull my hat down over my eyes. I shut them. I block out the world. I sit there, repairing.

One Icy Morning In March
  • Written by Carl T. Holscher
  • March 4th, 2014
  • About Todays

One Icy Morning In March

As I sit crouched over my Mountain Dew, reflecting on the disastrous commute this morning, I wish I had never left the house. I wish I was still sleeping. Dreaming. Waking and struggling to remember if what I remembered was in fact a memory or a dream. I can’t often tell.

Uncertain Second Guessing
  • Written by Carl T. Holscher
  • September 23rd, 2013
  • About streams

Uncertain Second Guessing

Job Hunting is always maddening. Having no options can be just as stressful as having too many options. The same uncertainty and second-guessing exists in both extremes.

About:Blank
  • Written by Carl T. Holscher
  • August 12th, 2013
  • About Solace

About:Blank

There is something beautiful about about:blank. Go ahead. Type it into your browser window. http://about:blank. What do you see there?

Someone Else’s Job
  • Written by Carl T. Holscher
  • July 30th, 2013
  • About Thoughts

Someone Else’s Job

As I washed my hands after using the restroom at work, I noticed not pristine the mirror was. There was not a speck of water, or dust or even the tiniest imperfection across the reflective window.

Beginning
  • Written by Carl T. Holscher
  • July 30th, 2013
  • About Thoughts

Beginning

You never know when a beginning is going to show up. It lurks behind the ending. It sits very patiently and waits for the ending. Then, with the swiftness of a hitman and the speed of a viper, the beginning is upon you.

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