Today was a most excellent day, a good apple, the prize in a box of crackerjacks. I felt so grateful for it that I held it out before me everywhere that I went, showing it to everyone. I wanted to squeeze all that I could from it, suck the life from it, wear it out … Continue reading The hermit & the fool
Sometimes shit sucks
welcome to planet Emo, population Me.
Friends, strangers- my blog has taken a turn for the emo. What else is there to do, when you're not riding freight trains or having Annie-Dillard style epiphanies in america's forgotten stands of trees? It's become a wee bit Dear Diary around here, and at first it bugged me, and then after a few weeks … Continue reading welcome to planet Emo, population Me.
A survey!
Guess what! I'm broke, and the economy sucks! What else is new! Here's a question- would you pay to read my blog? If I made the posts password-protected, and charged like $10 through paypal for a six-month subscription to access them, and promised to write you an exciting or overly-personal story three times a week, … Continue reading A survey!
The most self-centered post I have ever written, wherein I bemoan my contrary nature and talk about writing, again
.The first Monday of the month I was at a friend’s house for dinner, peering over her shoulder as she showed me the wonder that is astrologyzone.com. I am very recently interested in astrology at all, and before a few weeks ago I had never even heard of internet astrology.This site is great, said the … Continue reading The most self-centered post I have ever written, wherein I bemoan my contrary nature and talk about writing, again
February can be hard
.The only time I want to write these days is at one a.m. when I go to bed. I don’t, of course, I lay there with my eyes shut and write letters in my head to friends who like that sort of thing- real wooden letters, in my head. The rhythm of my own sentences … Continue reading February can be hard
It’s FUN to write a thing like no-one is going to read it and then go ahead and post it on your blog
.I’m free. I’m already free?Every time a white, able bodied, English-speaking person has an “adventure”, a kitten loses a toe.I’m thinking of the writers of the “beat” generation, white men who said “fuck it all” and set off to be free. Leaving behind families, of course. Wives who had to raise children all by themselves. … Continue reading It’s FUN to write a thing like no-one is going to read it and then go ahead and post it on your blog
It’s like this
.A few days ago I read Davka's post on class anger, and it got me thinking about my own experience growing up, and how it differs from that of most of my friends, and how it makes me different- if only in that I have memories they don't, I have a perspective they don't have. … Continue reading It’s like this
Father Time
.Last night, on the Max (light rail), I saw an oracle. It was a man from the past, or from the future, I couldn’t tell which. All I know is that I walked on with my bike, and right away, I couldn’t stand the smell. It was like feet times ten thousand, a cloud of … Continue reading Father Time
What Goes Up Must Come Down- An Imaginary Letter to No-One (Disclaimer- this post is fiction)
I was inspired by your compulsive book-ordering on my behalf, and did some compulsive shoplifting on your behalf. I got you this sweater- I like the color, and it’s very soft. I got myself a pin-stripe button-down with narrow bands of the same vivid blue, they’re both from the same cheap store so they might … Continue reading What Goes Up Must Come Down- An Imaginary Letter to No-One (Disclaimer- this post is fiction)
Bike Trip, Questions That Have No Answers
Yesterday Sam and I biked 50 miles to another town where some friends live. The weather, incredibly, has been 80 degrees and sunny everyday, and tomorrow it's going to be 85. The ride was hot but I enjoyed the rolling NC countryside in these parts, a sort of windows desktop stocked with ponies, edged in … Continue reading Bike Trip, Questions That Have No Answers
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