i am made of water, and yet i don't run down the drain when i take a shower...

i deem myself a musician, and yet i often prefer talk radio to playing an album...

i have been trained and make money with acoustic music, and yet lately i prefer to listen to electronic music...

i am eating only fruit this week, and yet i find it easier to sort the spices now than when i am cooking with them...

i love the snow, and yet i'm looking forward to the melting of it so i can skateboard again...

i hate cement and everything it stands for, and yet i can't do my beloved skateboarding without it...

i love all of my friends and family to excess, and yet i never seem to get around to calling or writing them...

i prefer letter-writing (on real (re-used) paper) more than any other form of communication, and yet i haven't done it for many many months...

i embrace death as a natural part of life, and yet the concept of it keeps my mind and heart permanently consternated...

i think that i can make a list of my contradictions, and yet i want to do something other than this before i die...