My mother was very inquisitive last night, and she got a lot mor facts than she wanted, I guess. She learned what shrooms were, where Travis Hafner's nickname "Pronk" came from, and what I look for in books.

In the midst of her information-gathering, she asked me what attracted me most to Jewel.

I said, "Her intelligence."

Today's apartment-hunting question of the day: Is having a doorman at the place a sign of civilization or a warning flag?

Yikes. It seems like I have been absolutely cut off from the outside world, with my hectic road trip and subsequent exiling in my house with no cable and little internet access. I'm not even going to try to catch up on my friends page, sports stories I missed, or Deadspin, and I'm not looking forward to slogging through mountains of email. You ( Read more... )

I know I'm lagging on Arcosanti Slab City memories (Part 2 coming later today! I swear!). but here's a haiku I just thought of.

"Intarwebs Haiku"

Internet romance
Can be rape without proper
Consent: "KPLZTHX."

It's been a productive morning - I'm finally caught up on the Internets (just kidding, I could never be caught up on the Internets, there's too much porn to distract me), and, thanks to Us Weekly (motto: "Stars are JUST LIKE US!! They need gardeners too!") I know who Natalie Portman is seeing (hint: It's like she's never seen a ten before). I ( Read more... )

Everything's going well in the days leading up to Arco. I fully intend to continue the "Year of the Kut-Aire" by tearing the fucking roof off at Arco, and I have four pieces confidently off page to accomplish that. Not as confidently, CFG's ass is mine at the haiku slam. In fact, here's one I just wrote ( Read more... )

I'm in the middle of a massive two-day moving session, trying to sift through my room and find the most important parts of my life to cram in a late model Ford Taurus sedan.  Much like I'm taking college with me in different haphazard ways, lessons that I'll heed in varied ways and locales, the stuff is being shoehorned into bags and boxes and ( Read more... )

Finally, there may be something in my life that can be cured by distraction.

We sit there, looking at each other, and she tells me when we can see each other again.  I try, and fail, to come up with something more substantial than "I'm looking forward to it."  I think she knows, given the way I look at her.  We separate for a moment, examine ourselves for scratches and teeth marks and new bruises, reminders, tender to the ( Read more... )

I FINALLY GOT MY ID BACK, BITCHES!!