It’s a windy day here in Berkeley, CA. It reminds me of a certain Winnie the Pooh episode I saw a long time ago, the one about the blustery day. It was pretty much Hurricane Katrina for Pooh and his friends. Piglet was blown all over the place, houses got damaged. Rabbit was freaking out as always. I think Eeyore, being the fatalistic emo guy ( Read more... )

This weekend my best friend since childhood, John, came to see me in Berkeley. He's seriously considering getting a tattoo sleeve done, and convinced me to go to the parlor and at least get a few new additions to my arm. I can't say whether this is the end of my life in tattooing, but I hope so. Shit's expensive. But we hit it off with our ( Read more... )

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I thought I'd post a poem appropriate for the season.  Enjoy...

I Peered Through the Blinds and Saw it in the Sky

-A Dream-

Beautiful.  Terrible.

I peered through the blinds and saw it in the sky

Churning like a darkness conceived in my mind

Deceived by a screen placed before my eyes

I saw something there, I saw it in the sky

A darkness ( Read more... )

I stood a few feet across from Mark on the playground and tossed him the ball.  It was recess, and we had only15 minutes to do our thing.  He’s like most other 11-year-old kids: athletic, full of energy, hard to keep up with.  But this kid is super smart, and sensitive too.  I picked up on that a few minutes earlier when we were in the ( Read more... )

While standing on the street corner with a fellow tutor, I heard a group of guys talking behind me.  I didn’t even notice them until I heard them talking shit on someone.  That someone was me.  I turned to look at who it was:  4-5 young black guys, all decked out like G’s, probably no older than 18.  The smallest one, maybe 16, gestured towards ( Read more... )

I always have this conflict as a writer: do I formulate my thoughts, or do I just start writing? I don't know. Academia usually requires the former, but when it comes to personal journal entries I usually prefer to just dive into my stream of consciousness head first. The only danger is that it can take me in weird directions, as you guys know (" ( Read more... )

How can I make each moment count? How can I tell people I love them without sounding contrived or insincere ( Read more... )

Hey guys... I just finished recording/editing a new song for Sentimental Heroine that I really like. Stop by MySpace and give it a listen when you get the chance ( Read more... )

 My head says not to worry, my heart says this is chaos.
 Boxes are beginning to appear.  Moving boxes are stacking up in various corners of the house as my stepmother moves about quietly, trying to create as little disruption as possible.  She's trying to make a clean cut.  What she doesn't understand is that her moving out 2 days before my dad ( Read more... )