Despite the fact that my dreams are really fucked up, and also disturbingly telling, today I awoke with an inexplicable conviction that this will be a good day. I have decided that, assuming steadfast execution, I am not going to do this any more; you know, the melancholy stuff. Happiness is a decision, someone once told me. Someone else once ( Read more... )

I'm in the desert, either in Southern Africa or Western China, I'm not sure, maybe both. I'm accompanied by three friends and we have paired our mattresses, two up on a bluff, two on the plain below. Mattresses in the middle of a desert. I'm standing up on the bluff and screaming at the sun as it goes down; Im angry that it's leaving and begging ( Read more... )

I have finally taken the time to systematically unsubscribe to every recurring item of junkmail in my inbox. I was tired of seeing "5 new messages," getting excited, then being immediately disappointed to find not one real email, but five BIG SALES on digital prints, flights to Ireland and shoes at urban outfitters. At last, I am liberated from ( Read more... )

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My absurd Friday night ended at 6am with fish & chips and another pleasant experience at The Diner (which apparently turns into a madhouse in the wee hours). I was waiting for my food at the same bar stool when a young dreadlocked guy sat next to me and sighed, "Dammit. Every single weekend I tell myself I'm never drinking again. And yet every ( Read more... )

My sister's friend Tom is thinking of adopting one of these:

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Sometimes I feel like a real asshole bringing my computer places to do work. There's this really great café a few blocks from my sister's apartment where a lot of local writers/blogger-types go to write. It's a nice environment; but I still feel weird when I walk in and instead of seeing a few heads look up to smile, I see blue glowing faces ( Read more... )

Good lord. My little stinky sister is fifteen today. I hate to sound like an annoyingly nostalgic parent, but ... it seems like only yesterday my dad came to my second grade lunch period to show me her hospital footprints, then I'm helping her learn to walk, teaching her to swim ... shit. Soon she'll be driving and possibly drinking and kissing ( Read more... )

If I have to see another kid in wayfarer glasses & an Obama tshirt, I'm going to start a holy war.

I am not exaggerating: I literally have 26 mosquito bites on my left foot.