i watched dozens of youtube videos of 70s and 80s mod ska songs and performances. then i went down to the kimbell art museum and looked at a drawing by francisco goya on a thin sheet of ivory. i used the rest of the day to read 8 issues of daniel clowes comics. i need to afford more time to myself to be a recluse.

the last night i spent in west texas-back in june-there was a sort of get together. we heard the flaming lips' simultaneous four-disk opus zaireeka. we parked four cars facing each other and opened all the doors, turning the stereos up, and sat in the middle between them. it was twilight in the desert, on rose and jason's land. nothing could ( Read more... )

i thought i might set the record straight-you know, try to dispel some common myths and half-truths about chickens and, while im at it, eggs. you might be surprised to discover how many stark misconceptions circulate about these amazing birds and their 'mysterious product'-even to find that you hold some of them yourself. when i was growing up, i ( Read more... )

okay, so let me give you the whole story. a few months ago a bunch of my friends had either quit smoking or were in the process of quitting. so, i thought it would be clever to actually start smoking. you know, as a conscious decision and effort, the way people give it up. i found a full lighter on the ground, and thought maybe it was meant to ( Read more... )

whose fault?
asphalt!

were you born in a barn?! i ask because im looking for people who were. i run into fewer and fewer of them these days. it seems that most people nowadays who leave the door open, or put their elbows on the dinner table, or spit in public, or fail to take their cap off indoors or in front of a funeral procession, didn't have the understandable ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

don't tell me that i am entitled to my own opinion. first of all, who are you to tell me what i am entitled to? secondly, i'm not.

i have been working without a day off for more than two weeks now, with maybe another two weeks to go. last friday after my dinner at the lonesome pine house, i was sitting on the patio watching a storm roll in. lightning flashed in an irregular but frequent barrage above the trees, and the wind swirled among the pine boughs. i lit a cigarette ( Read more... )

actually, i hate it. moving causes me pain. last week, when i moved out of the remuda and left the big bend, i realized why, in part, i find moving so difficult ( Read more... )