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I dream of orange helicopters.
Despite the fact that we're supposed to be nostalgic about our youth, the eighties sucked, right down to those stupid billowy pants that I, at least, did not wear, because they looked like pyjamas.
I had the fluffy, sky-high mullet with L'Oreal Coloriffic Mousse highlights and a little razor groove over each ear, the Swatch Shields (because ( Read more... ) -
The back roads at night.
With a rental car still in my possession, at least for another day and change, and sleep still just out of reach, I decided to take definitive action and go nowhere in particular.
“One album or two?” asked my imaginary friend, drifting out of memory and reminding me of our old means of regulating time spent on fruitless journeys.
One, I think. Itʼs ( Read more... ) -
On operating one's automobile without grandeur.
I once urinated on a single overhead cam engine directly in front of the Rockville Pike entrance to the White Flint Mall at the height of rush hour with an elderly former calendar model in the passenger seat covering her eyes with a program from a Residents concert.
It was 1987 and I had a 1979 Fiat Strada, which I adored for its strange joys, ( Read more... ) -
New post at Nowhere Joe: The extraordinary in the ordinary.
[Reposted from my NowhereJoe blog]
The extraordinary in the ordinary.
Each weekend, I sit down in the imaginary office of my imaginary restaurant estaminet, La Poubelle Bleue, with the little yellow fountain pen I bought in middle school and a rough list of what’s in my refrigerator, freezer, and pantry, and ponder. I consult my cookbooks and the ( Read more... ) -
The typewriter inside.
It’s interesting to me how the passage of time has changed my relationship with writing tools.
When I was a kid, I had trouble with handwriting, because my penmanship was an unreadable mess and I was so tightly wound that I clutched a pencil with a clenched death claw grip that turned writing into a wrestling match complete with cramping and minor ( Read more... ) -
2014: The big push.
Howdy, my lovelies!
I’m making a point to get myself out there in 2014, and to that end, I’m starting a pledge drive of a sort. I’ve been writing since…well, since always, almost, but I’ve been doing spoken word/storytelling performances, with and without music, for twenty years, keeping a regular online journal for thirteen years, making slow, ( Read more... )
