A friend of mine recently died. Her Livejournal handle is Fucktruelove. This is a pretty messed up thing because she was really cool, and impressive, and I really admired/was envious of her. I've been watching a facebook stream of her memorial. She was 30 years old. That's a fucked up age at which to die, especially if you're really cool. Why do ( Read more... )

(LONG POST - I should probably restart one of the numerous blogs I've picked up and abandoned over the years ( Read more... )

If I wrote songs, I would write a song that goes like this:

You used to climb trees,
you used to smell Steves.

That's right, Steves
You used to smell'emWhat happened to that girl ( Read more... )

I dreamt I was a robot last night. A robot super hero who doesn't fight crime, but instead, flies into space looking for aliens. A logo popped up in my sleeping brain, it said something like "Encounters of the Third Kind"! My dreams come with a credit sequence and logos now. I watch too much TV. That's what this post is going to be about ( Read more... )

So I haven't slept tonight, because i can't seem to quiet down the old ticker in the cranium. Here is the thing, I haven't bought my ticket to Shanghai, because I don't want to leave the comfort and security I've built up here. Familiarity with the culture being one of the lesser factors, in the end, I am AMERICAN, culturally. Biggest thing pulling ( Read more... )

Guess what?! I found the end of the rainbow, it’s in my throat. You know how I know? I’ve been coughing it up all morning. Hooray. I wonder iffen when I die of this bronchial seismic event my bones will turn into a pot-o-gold. I certainly hope so, dear reader, because I live to serve, take my marrow, and buy a car.

I am eating clam chowder soup, ( Read more... )

Last year, right before I left for China, I heard about the huge Sze Chuan earthquake. Today, I am five days away from leaving to Italy, I find out about the quake in L'Aquila.

This is one of those creepy coincidences. I don't cause earthquakes. Do I?

So I've been on this forum for writers for about 6 months now, and it is quickly turning into a consuming passion. When I wake up in the morning, one of my first thoughts is "what's going on at AW?" I realize this seems a little sad, but it's not. Think of it, an entire forum with people obsessed with words, loving expression. It's magical ( Read more... )

This god damned lion hugging this hippie has me in tears every time I watch it ( Read more... )

I have a deep streak of paranoia. External and internal. I am always afraid of what people are saying about me, thinking about me, and what they are going to do to me. For example, my co-workers and I were going out to lunch at a client. I parked the company van too close to the truck neighboring us, which made it difficult for my co-workers to get ( Read more... )