Cosmic Chronicles

semi-charmed escapades of a professional human

this is the life I chose...

previous episodes

  1. Season II Shakeup (or, A Firm Kick)
    17 May, 2017
    Season II Shakeup (or, A Firm Kick)
    I recently came to the realization that I’ve been stagnating lately…”bullshitting,” in less euphemistic terms. -well, it hasn't been a total waste of time. I mean, check out that scarf.- Now, this certainly isn’t some profound self-aware discovery I’ve come down from a mountaintop with—although that would give me a decent excuse for not posting here in over a month—I’m a chronic procrastinator and I’ve known that since I was a much shorter child. Still, the Universe has always had a
  2. Freeman, Party of One
    07 Feb, 2017
    Freeman, Party of One
    I recently realized I’m probably going to die alone…and I’m actually okay with that. Well, as long as I get another 50 years or so. After all, dying isn’t what life is all about, living is…and with that in mind, I made the decision that I will compromise as little as possible during my time on this planet. I guess I’m writing this because a question I get about my grand global adventure on a fairly regular basis is some variety of “don’t you ever get lonely?” The short answer is “no"...but
  3. The Best Hike of My Life
    11 Jan, 2017
    The Best Hike of My Life
    Here’s kind of an awkward confession from someone who aspires to be an honored fighting champion one distant day: cardio and I are strained acquaintances at best. Not that I don’t find activities such as sports, surfing, and other forms of mutual physical exertion to be worthwhile, beneficial and very enjoyable, it’s just that long runs to nowhere and extended periods pedaling a bicycle fixed to a defined point in space sound as much like punishments from ancient Roman mythology as exercise.
  4. Making of "The Freeman" Part I: A Stroll on the Malecon
    24 Dec, 2016
    Making of "The Freeman" Part I: A Stroll on the Malecon
    *this multi-part series will detail just how a person ends up owning an oil painting of himself, because that’s the type of shit that happens to me on a consistent basis.* -yes, this is the first thing I thought of too.- Yaknow, all I really wanted was a badass painting of Jimi Hendrix. This timeline began to unfold months ago when I was having a lovely seaside constitutional along the boardwalk that connects downtown Vallarta to the Banderas Bay and the Pacific Ocean beyond. The standard

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