It's been a long day week month in Denver, and I'm finding this a funny reprieve from the action. I didn't get home from Arizona until 3:30 in the morning, and didn't get to sleep until nearly 4:00, and also: I've left my house and car and bike lock keys with my awesome Bob Marley keychain in some stinky desert motel room, so I had to break into ( Read more... )

Dreamt I had a few extra thousand dollars in my bank account, versus a scant few extra hundred. Everything was perfect in my dreams last night, and I woke up this morning and it's another beautiful day outside, and I have the day off, but I'm not sure what's perfect beyond that.

Polaroid film is coming back in about a month, and you can smell the ( Read more... )

I don't know.

This is what I do when I don't want to write book reports: I was reading some of the shit I wrote back in 2004, the year the world almost ended, and I was really amazed by how much I had to say, how much I was learning, how enthusiastic I was about everything. I was figuring everything out--figuring out who I was, what I stood for, ( Read more... )

So NBC said tonight that Iranian "agents" ambushed and killed American soldiers in Iraq.
The weakness of the internet is that when I write, you can't see the face I'm making. Think of Jim Halpert rolling his eyes and smirking at the camera.
Jesus Christ... you're not serious, are you Joe Scarborough?

Someone on MSNBC just called the Iraq War "The ( Read more... )