There are some days when the waters are smooth as glass, flawlessly reflecting the sky. It's so still it almost feels wrong to skim an oar across the surface. Today is not that day. The water is rocky, reaching out to grab the oars, hoping to tip my unsteady racing shell ( Read more... )

The logo for Simon's was the kind of anachronistic logo that was never in style. It gave off the impression that some thirsty art major was hard up for cash, and agreed to design a logo for a case of beer. The image, presumably Simon himself, is a cartoon man in a soda jerk's outfit. His lips are hidden by a mustache, and his eyes reveal nothing ( Read more... )

This journal has gone through phases. At the beginning it was something rambling, this stream of consciousness unedited mess. That was then supplanted by something more introspective (read: emo) where I whined about my lack of a girlfriend. Then came a more experimental phase, which actually intertwined with the introspective. Then I came up ( Read more... )

So I auditioned for the Pappys again. I didn't get in, but I didn't audition so much to get in, as to make sure I knew there was nothing I could regret. A girl told me I was the best one who auditioned. That echoed a few times in my head. It reassured me that I didn't fail, the conditions just weren't right ( Read more... )

Well if I were a religious man, I'd call it a downright sign.

When I was younger I remember seeing nations with their borders in the middle of a desert. With no natural barriers, I imagined two travelers meeting in the desert and fighting over which nation they were in. But they'd never really know just where they were. Even if they went home and checked their maps, they still wouldn't know because it's ( Read more... )

I had a dream about being able to return to my summer camp. Those always make me wake up on edge. It's funny, because last night I think I was taking the first steps to getting over the place ( Read more... )

I gotta write while it's fresh in my mind ( Read more... )

There was a native American tribe that thought time was a circle. The days were smaller circles within the greater lunar cycles which were within the seasons which were pieces of generations. All things were ending and beginning always ( Read more... )

So there's this idea I've been kicking around in my head for a nearly a year now. Laugh if you want because it's misguided and immature. But that's what our twenties are for ( Read more... )