First off, I apologize for the lack of entries lately. Unfortunately, my posting frequency on livejournal for the next four years will remain low, which naturally suggests that my posting wavelength will stay quite high as long as my posting velocity stays constant. In other words, my blogging energy will also be low since it varies directly with ( Read more... )

Half a baker's dozen plus one half years ago, Highway 40 whizzed past my car window in a humid soup of cement and indistinct vegetation, which was steadily condensing into my first primordial impression of St. Louis. Pepper it with dismay. I wanted flowers bursting at the rims of palatial white streets. I wanted Chinese markets. I wanted desert ( Read more... )

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Once in a while, a well-meaning friend will ask me if I've been preparing to move in to my dorm. The answer is yes, but only with certain priorities, so to speak. I'd rather not discuss it in public though ( Read more... )

One of the funny perks of keeping a blog is the emergence of unexpected and probably hallucinatory patterns in the trail mix of assorted happenings conveniently packaged as Life. For instance, either I am woozy from heat stroke as I type this or my daily existence is in fact defined by a unifying theme that happens to be Mexico. To continue our ( Read more... )

Just for the record, I was planning to top off the OC series with a season finale of previously-unreleased photos and anecdotes. Unfortunately, life does not follow the record ( Read more... )

St. Louis, I have returned to the festering swampiness of your humid intestines. This I thought as I protruded my cranium sideways out of an open car window attached to a car whizzing down Lindell, which was now steeped in an atmosphere that felt like churned butter in the balmy post-sunset pre-nightfall sliver of 8:00 PM. Immediately my skull was ( Read more... )

Tonight, I saw a cup of chicken noodle soup wildly spilled across a deserted parkway that was 90% street-lit and 10% moon-lit. Picture: doughy limbs of noodles sprawled, supine in watery light. Avant-garde strokes of carrots and celery exploding silently, frozen against luminous asphalt. Splattered supernova, poultry (poetry?) in stopped motion ( Read more... )

Last weekend, I was ordering dinner in a Vegan/Vegetarian restaurant of undecided cultural identity and found myself unable to resist a vague beverage labeled only as Notmilk. Like a singsong taunt from a contrary third-grader, Notmilk was provocative, mischievous, tugging for attention. What was it? Not milk. What does it taste like? Not milk. ( Read more... )

I'll be blunt; tonight, my cousin and I had a soul-baring fight. Current weather condition is 68 degrees Fahrenheit and cloudy, current emotional state is disemboweled ( Read more... )