from tom robbins, fierce invalids from hot climates ( Read more... )

Every once in a while I talk in my sleep, and every once in those whiles I say something in English. Last night I said to Lindsay, "no, no, no, I'm having a day-dream, or a night-mare, or maybe not a nightmare..."

Then I said, "no, no, no, I'm just thinking up all the dreams in my head."

I'm much more afraid of going blind and deaf than dying. If I was permanently surrounded by darkness and silence I'd go mad... I'd survive but never thrive. I think I get inordinately scared of going blind because my dad's an eye doctor. It's backwards, but my eyes hurt from looking at bright things for too long.

While our world's specificity and complexity increase exponentially, while global technology flood the disciplines with new possibilities, while overcaffeinated producers and consumers frantically chase their own tails in a desperate attempt to catch up, inquiry into the deeper essence(s) of living beings is napping in the backseat. Descriptive ( Read more... )

i figured out exactly why i want to be a writer!

because it's like being a stray dog in the banquet halls of culture.
and i am ravenous!

i have a new blog: fractaldactyl.blogspot.com.
consume it voraciously! read it like it's gonna get away.

Every time I return to this town I am reminded of the ridiculous. Not The Ridiculous, that which Dali claimed that this world needs more of, but moreso: the ridiculous that Australian comedy shows make manifest, the sad sick reality of suburban America; that of which I am both product and reaction ( Read more... )

There is something hilariously vulnerable about a baby-faced gun-toting security guard wielding a half-eaten popsicle.

Who knew that frozen treats could be so emasculating?

dear olin,

sorry for puking on you.

love, renee

1. Put your music player on shuffle ( Read more... )

there are few better things in life than starting a day with bong rips and sesame street.