When I arrived at home, Geoff was sitting at the table. I thought about telling him I was sad. But he spoke first. "I nearly died today," he said.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked.

And Geoff recounted his own morning. How he was returning from a long run, a mile from the house and more than ready to just be home, when he glanced over his shoulder. It was a random move, he said, just a mindless gesture, but what it yielded him was a direct view of the sideways SUV careening down the icy street at 40 mph. It had crossed the center line and was quietly skidding directly into his path. Out of instinct or pure serendipity, he hopped sideways over the snow berm and sprinted into the woods. "I ran toward the big trees," he said. "I didn't stop until I heard the crash." In those few seconds, the vehicle swooped across his footprints, jumped the ditch, plowed over the small trees and slammed into a big one. Geoff was standing 10 feet away. (Geoff recounts the experience here.)

In the end, Geoff and the driver both walked away. He had already processed his experience enough to be able to laugh about it by the time I came home ("We were both listening to the same NPR program.") But I was a little shaken. My head flooded with new questions, better questions ... What if that hadn't been simply a close call? What if Geoff hadn't glanced over his shoulder at exactly that moment? What if it had happened? ~ Jill in Juneau, Alaska.



"Perhaps the most ironic thing about this is that the program I was listening to was all about memories in the brain and why we remember certain things and forget others." ~ link to Geoff in all of the above. Just click the blue.


I'm training myself for something and I don't know what... but becoming the Jason Bourne of life seems a fair enough goal.

It makes for some very exciting dreams at night.

As if, you know, I don't already live them in the day. I mean, I don't know who I am, I have knowledge that I don't remember acquiring, and I'm pretty much as paranoid as supposedly dead assasins become.



I have finally began filtering everything that I've learnt, come to hate, love and become indifferent to.

And one of my conclusions is that, I'm having prata for breakfast tomorrow.

With egg.