Virtually everything I wrote in 2008-09 referenced either drinking too much coffee, masturbating too much or both in concert with one another. I'm not sure if either of those things have necessarily changed but now all I seem to write about is God as either a manmade construct or as an Albert Ayler solo.

I have a bad habit of spending more time than I should reading Christian conservative Facebook pages. Sometimes an asinine comment on a post will lead me to an individual's profile which can offer a fairly intimate view into the belly of the beast. I recently perused one woman's profile that included among the usual self aggrandizing "I'm-saved-you ( Read more... )

So-and-so is "not a political band" essentially means so-and-so "doesn't want people to know they're Nazis."

Barlaam of Khutyn.

An unbiased, physiological reaction to external stimuli indifferent to pain or logic, the shimmering path towards God, or both coming together as one?

Sometimes I am so overwhelmed by the act of verbal communication that I feel as though I would find much safety and security in the confines of some monastery in some far away corner of Asia Minor some few hundred years after the life and death of Christ. Or something.

I'm just trying to be happy and productive. Why do people feel they have to make you feel weird about that?

Some of my friends are getting married. I feel awful young.

This is the first year since 2008 I will not be werking at Detroit Jazz Festival, this bums me out truly.

Used to not dig Mingus so well. Now I think he's just swell!

Shit started to really come together in my head around 2009. I also didn't fuck once that year.