Rayne Today

Damn, I should fire the blogger who runs this site. I promised myself I would blog more often, more consistently, but it seems as if I've made too many promises of late and this was one of the first to be broken. It's not as if I've neglected writing. Au contraire. In fact, I'm probably writing as much as I did when I blogged every day. But I'm juggling more than a half dozen blogs, all for the progressive cause with the exception of this personal blog. I'm just not writing here for myself, I'm out there writing for others. Maybe I didn't really break my promise to myself about blogging; the experience of blogging has radically changed for me. In some ways this is a culmination as well as a beginning. The last few years have been a long incubation, during which I began to blog. I've experienced a shift in consciousness, moving from introspection and deep contemplation outward towards action. I'm no longer writing about me and what's i...

Weirdness. I ran into one of the "princes" of my high school this week. The school from which I graduated was Class B; there were 350 students or so in my class. It really wasn't hard to get lost in a crowd of 1400 students on campus. Getting lost was even easier if you were one of the invisible ones, the folks on the periphery, the folks who were A-list in grades but not A-list in terms of popularity. I've exchanged emails with one of my high school peeps about this incident (you know who you are). I think we're on the same page when it comes to understanding the nature of invisibility among high school students. He was five years or more ahead of the crowd, grokked punk before it had a name. (And yes, I'm dating us making that statement; we are no longer spring chickens.) During the two years I attended the same high school with this chap, he managed to transcend that veil of invisibility through which no geeks typically passed. It was humorous to wa...