I'm starting my break sluggishly; Seriously Eric, pick up the pace ( Read more... )

The world must be full of incredible wonders I am completely unaware of because, oh sweetness, I have just discovered James Taylor. Gasp, Laugh, Pity me please, but Oh Lord! if you too were without, please take your sweet time and listen to the music of this beautiful man ( Read more... )

Forest works as a photographer for the Michigan Daily, so he was allowed into the sold-out talk session the school hosted with Arthur Miller. At the end of a brief E-mail he writes, "PS: What I really wanted to tell you was that I took ( Read more... )

Here I am and I'm lacking inspiration ( Read more... )

This is just a note. I'm hoping that returning to my live journal will reinvigorate my writing life, which right now is about as exciting as my sex life ( Read more... )

It seems to me that Human Beings have the unique capacity to make each other miserable without intent or control. A good example is a fart in an elevator; bare with me ( Read more... )

Hey y'all! This is Lahaverne de LeCroise here, speaking on da part a my good friend, mista Eric Kahn Gale. Ooh, I'm feeling bad for dat poor boy right now, all curled up in his nasty little bed, all sick and what not. Just 'bout nuff to make me start crying. Hoo! Damn, that's a shame ( Read more... )

I have gotten so sick in the past two days. Good jolly Jesus! And it's so cold. It's like my body just stopped generating heat. Example: Right now I am wearing five pairs of pajamas, three socks, and four sweaters, drinking tea non-stop

Pray for me.

When you have the time, and when you're of the mind for such things.

( Eric's Guide to Imaginary Love, Infatuation, and Finally Speaking your Lonely Heart )

The state of change is an unhappy one. I spend my days trying to collect myself, finding a gorgeous thought to ride the crest of like a wave. Or like building a ship, the mast, my sails and a joyful wind. But this sort of merry gliding falls flat, invariably. So it reasons that I must change. I am not a collection of board and cloth blowing along ( Read more... )