So stressed out like I haven't been since Stuy days. Every hour of every day some new problem emerges that somehow threatens my current existence. But it's ok. Yes, it's ok. When such huge swords dangle over your head, minutia take on an unprecendented amount of beauty and significance. The smiley face arrangement of cigarette butts in the ashtray ( Read more... )

So today is my first shift at the bar. I'll be working with Io and the chief will be Mia, both of whom are cool people. Flippo went to Austria for the weekend, so he put me in charge of music. It's a sunday, so it's a music theme night. He said I could choose the theme. I chose the music of the 60's, because it seemed easy. It's going well. First, ( Read more... )

I've been recording an album. It's going well. I haven't played anything on it. My banjo skills are improving slowly ( Read more... )

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/17/education/17gatsby.html?ref=us

Said I to no one, "As I was walking towards the quad tonight, I couldn't help but notice that there was a figure sitting at the bench by the light. The light shined on the paper, but not on the figure. There was a pen on paper scrawling feverishly away in the cold night air. Blue ink. I walked past the figure and onto the quad. I looked back at the ( Read more... )

I wake up at 2 a.m. from a wine-induced nap. I have to wake up again soon, in 6 hours, for my earliest and most difficult and least interesting class that is located the furthest away, which isn't really all that far since I can literally spit out my window and hit the building where the rest of my classes are. Anyway, I need an alarm clock. Marvin ( Read more... )

Look at the sea.
See the wave as it smashes the stork as she catches the fish as they swim past the shore.
She's got everything but she wants more.

The woman across the table from me has keen eyes and round glasses resting upon a thin pointy nose. She looks like a thin owl, and is always enthusiastic about speaking with me ( Read more... )

Artyom Euvgenevich sat staring at the dim light of the screen, idly scratching the shallow beard now growing on his chin out of negligence. There was always much to read about, various newspapers and detached articles standing there offering an endless supply of unnecessary insight into unimportant matters the world over. And even if one ever were ( Read more... )

"Today I wrote nothing. Doesn't matter."
-Kharms