my mom bought me a mug with the old new york skyline as a souvenir from her trip there. i hadn't been there yet and was probably never going to go. i fill it up every morning past the towers and drink my way to the subway. then, i grab the coffee and i do it again.  somewhere, people are still sleeping at night?

So I bought a french Opinel folder. The knife store at the mall was going out of business so I got it for 2 dollars. It's a #4 so it doesn't have a locking ring but the blade is interesting; it's paper thin at the spine ( Read more... )

I borrowed an anvil and a crank forge off of Sean's Dad so I could finally try some real blacksmithing. Up until this point I've just been heating up plate steel with a propane torch and hammering it out on the small anvil on the shop vice. It never really lead to anything worth heat treating. The knives I made by stock removal were better but ( Read more... )

regular decisions

hard decisions.

Sitting down to type I placed my glass on a spider. By freak accident I'm a murderer. I see the benefit of spiders being alive so I normally wrap them in a napkin and release them into the wild. I do the same for flies and moths, not that they have any value to me but it's not really up to me who lives and dies. But as some writer who is escaping ( Read more... )

Today was my last creative writing drama class. I co-wrote (inclass group work) and stared in a scene where I played an effeminate zombie at a restaurant. Talk about born to play a role. My only regret was that I went for more of a Vincent Price over a Truman Capote.

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Today I was a funny, sarcastic jerk. It was the best thing ever.

I have a cold and it's making my voice all deep and manly. I'm pretty sure with that and my 'old man and the sea' beard it's impossible for me to get carded, even if I bought booze made from tobacco and gunpowder.