I wrote this one night a few weeks ago, and thought I might post it, in large part because of the title of this entry.

The clock strikes two, and the fire burns softly beneath the mantelpiece. A single flame smolders lazily as the scorched wood crackles around it. The embers glow, the flame trembles, and all else is dim and quiet.

I am alone in ( Read more... )

I have decided this summer to type up some of my journal entries from my travels last summer. In the inaugural entry of what I shall call my “A Selection of Baldwinian Writings from the Orient: Readings, Recollections, and Reflections from a Young Man’s Journey to the Far East,” I give you what is perhaps my most well-known journal entry from my ( Read more... )

Well, as the title implies, what follows is a brief anthology of the author's several attempts at foraying into the world of poetry. Some of the content is serious in nature and may not be suitable for very young children, particularly those not yet old enough to read. So, without further ado, voila!

Alone, Here, Sit I

Alone, here, sit I
thinking
of ( Read more... )

Why hello there everyone! I know, I know, it's been far too long since last I wrote anything. And even then the last few entries have been short, paltry things--hardly what you, my true and loyal readership, have come to know and expect from the proverbial pen of Adam P. And so, with that in mind, and with the success and praise with which last ( Read more... )

Well, she had a pretty good run, but I think Hillary's just thrown the campaign:

http://www.hillaryclinton.com/feature/song/?splash=1

I just made the acquaintance of a girl named Cindel--that's right, her father named her after the central character in Ewoks: The Battle for Endor, starring Wilford Brimley!

Twelve freaking minutes late. Do you believe it? What're we central timers to you arrogant, uppity, nose-looking-down, inconsiderate, uncompassionate, money-grubbing, rude, crude, selfish, narcissistic East coasters, that you think you can play commercials for twelve minutes--that's right, twelve whole mintues, 720 agonizing seconds--at midnight ( Read more... )

I'm sitting at home right now on my last night before going back to school. We've just spent the day decorating the house for Christmas. We put up the lights outside and hung ornaments on the tree inside. We're listening to Manheim steamrollers, eating leftovers from Thursday and just enjoying the Christmas spirit and one another's company. I've ( Read more... )

Look for an upcoming entry on hotdogs, and possibly other things as well.

The other day I was trying to help prepare our old chum Chris for his travels in the land of the Angles, and in so doing inadvertently discovered my striking natural talent for travel-writing. And thus, you have before you the following entry. Expect more to come!

*reader specific note: Dylan, you may wish to pay special attention to nos. 3 in the ( Read more... )