Well, I'm back living in Los Angeles, though I'm leaving for New York for a month tomorrow. I've pretty much abandoned this journal, but I'm kind of keeping one on myspace.

Thanks for reading.

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Well, I knew all long that this was going to happen. I just didn't think it would be so soon ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night that the dream was over ( Read more... )

This is a poem I wrote almost a year ago in Guatemala. It's gone through a few changes, so I thought I'd repost it. Personally, I think this is the best poem I've written so far. But poetry is just an excercise for me, like Sylvia Plath says, "Poetry is what we write when we're not writing," or something like that. Anyway, I like writing it, it ( Read more... )

I wrote this poem a couple months ago, but I mailed it to Kari in Norway, not realizing I didn't have another copy. Well she was nice enough to type it out and email it back to me, and here it is with a few changes. I guess I'm still not entirely happy with it, but oh well, I've done all I care to do for now, unless you have some suggestions, ( Read more... )

This dream ended up being really damn cool, but sorry if you're bored of dreams, right after this I'm going to post a couple poems ( Read more... )

Man, another weird dream. Serves me right, I went to bed at about twelve the night before and slept until twelve thirty. God, that makes me feel like such a slob ( Read more... )

Some funny stuff happened last Friday, when Immigration came to town. I was at Moon Shiva, and I had just finished mopping up the women's restroom. I was trying to put the mop back in its place in the kitchen, but some people were in my way. There was salsa muic playing, so I started dancing around with my mop for a couple seconds, waiting for ( Read more... )

Here's an example of a Nicaraguan joke. Basically, it's the standard kind of Pollack joke I used to tell as a kid, before I had any concept whatsoever of what a "Polack" was. Do kids still tell Polack jokes these days? I know I'm going straight to hell for repeating this joke and all, but I just wanted to give an example of the tone and humor of ( Read more... )

I had this weird ass dream last night about the girl Denet that I was friends with briefly in 6th grade although we did go to high school together. I was cutting off Denet's arm, a little below the elbow, with like a big Katana sword. But it wasn't a clean slice, like I had to saw back and forth on it a bit. The weirder thing was, she was the ( Read more... )