Here are a few pictures out of my sketch book that prove without a doubt, that I am not an illustrator. (Since this is all line art it looks best if you maximize the browser after clicking the thumb nail)-and even further than that, perform that task where you hold the mouse over the picture and it gives you the choice to make the photo even larger ( Read more... )

I wrote author Kenneth Miller regarding some questions I had on his book ‘Finding Darwin’s God’, and this was his reply ( Read more... )

There’s a dead, constant silence doing nothing in the room. I’m coming down from a drunk and the hazards of rock music (oh how I fucking loathe rock music) I’m bringing down the mood, and I think most everyone must be thinking of me as being a buzz-kill right about now. Oh well, this is just how it goes most the time, me bringing people down.

I woke up this morning at six am, my cousin had finished off my bottle of rum. I dressed myself and crawled out the door. I'd been drinking the night before, and I'll be drinking again tonight,and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and...

The wearing of the shamrock, the secret of the trinity, the embolism just after the Lord’s Prayer, the drinking of beer that turned this day of the saint into a secular holiday in which we can drink ourselves stupid and disregard God. I have gone through six beers already, and have smoked my share of clove cigarettes, I’ve strummed a non-song on my ( Read more... )

Though I’ve been on the computer to surf the news and the ‘Japan Times’ and to henpeck here and there at a few scripts I have lying around, I’ve more or less avoided doing anything with my live journal mostly because of the fact that so few of you seem to be posting lately due to breaks from school, work and ect ( Read more... )

Recently I was reading about the health benefits of eating raw garlic (which there are many) and so I decided that (in much the same fashion that I became a devoted tea drinker) I would also become a devoted garlic eater. And so with the power of suggestion (oh the profound power of suggestion) I more or less talked my roommate into doing a very, ( Read more... )

I’m boiling water, and then I’m warming milk and making tea. A blend of honey, clove and cinnamon, an elixir I’ve prepared that’s helping to melt away our fake smiles. I’m finding myself to be thinking of the ghosts of Bob Marley, Woody Guthrie and the late Johnny Cash at great length. I’m thinking about Babylon. I’m worrying that there will be no ( Read more... )

Our computer was ruined, so it has been awhile since I've been able to make any updates or keep up with everyone's journals. I trust everyone paid their last respects the Hunter Thompson. I ended up drinking vodka and smoking a pack of cigarettes in honor of his life. And the only time I just kept wishing that I had a bottle of rum.

We sailed away on a winter's day ( Read more... )