Our landlords sully the name of poor landlords everywhere with their compassion and self-immolation. While they're regretful for having to make us move again, at least they're allowing us to rent their winter domicile while they bide their time in homelessness once this house is rented to the mighty dollar of tourism until their mortgage for the ( Read more... )

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A whole hot gravy day of stress. Cranked my social knob to 11 and did some demonstrations and interviews for the travel channel while attempting to circumscribe a few trade secrets and such. I tried to steam-press my naturally occurring awkward dorkitude into something less unruly, but I guess I won't know how I did until it materializes and ( Read more... )

Yeah so yeah, crow and I had a run in at midnight with a bear while tripping all Suspiria-like on the unusually warm wind and errant lit windows, walking down our dark street for no other reason than our autonomous legs. It wasn't a huge bear, we weren't scared, but in the chill night of the moment it dawned on me that bears tend to veil themselves ( Read more... )

I just told a kid our soaps were made with puppy fat.

What's wrong with me? :(

Marble sized hail right now. The sort of loud, truculent weather that makes me feel all giddy and alive.  I'm definitely staying away from the sky lights for the time being. Can't help but wish for more - makes heavy rain about as lively as lukewarm bathwater.

Time to hoist the snow shovel - too early.

I'll continue the silence this week, but at least I can squeeze an update like blood from a turnip while at work here. My home computer monitor is babysitting the work computer until a new one can arrive via stork apparently, which means most of my intarwebs browsing is done by Wii - and like hell I'm typing anything with that ( Read more... )

During my teenage years and most of my adult life I've surrounded myself with art that was just plain weird. Usually the creepier the better - basically, anything that didn't conform to consensus reality or hasn't been properly contextualized and set on the shelf of our comfort zones or grown as another vine on our symbolic lattice. This sort of ( Read more... )

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After infiltrating a Buddhist sangha for a year, the classes I took on New Thought with my dad, the perfunctory flirt with paganism as a teen, etc... I've come away with an observation that by no means parades around as a rule, but is confined to my own limited empirical sample: the people belonging to these movements are fucked up. Not in that ( Read more... )