I'd hate to look like I was imitating Sam, of all people, but I was imitating Jessica when I got into this livejournal business in the first place, so I'm dying as I lived, I suppose (derivatively ( Read more... )

So for my final project for my digital literature class, I put together forty Twitter length story seeds along the lines of that rat bastard Ernest Hemingway's "For sale: baby shoes, never worn ( Read more... )

I have a love/hate relationship with those forty or fifty item questionnaires you get in employee applications. I know trying to game them probably isn't the best idea, but it's hard to resist the impulse to climb up in Office Depot's head ( Read more... )

Junk stores, vintage clothing and furniture shops, bars, and Powell's. Everything that I love is in Portland, but I may not be hip enough to live here ( Read more... )

I have not turned off my floor fan in forty-eight hours, and my apartment could not be hotter if the roof was on fire. On the other hand, this morning there was a man sitting with his back against the MLK Library playing a guitar singing in Spanish, while a few yards away a black man in a mustard yellow suit waited to cross the street. I had corn ( Read more... )

An Oral History of the Bomb won first place! By what can only be described as 'a coincidence', the award ceremony is being held on the same date the bomb was dropped in the story.

That is all.

-Aaron

Something weird happened to me today. I was talking with someone about certain geek subcultures and my issues with them and then that person signed off before I could start a proper argument ( Read more... )

Grad school is in the air! I'm putting together a rough portfolio, and after spring break I'm going to take the GRE and start lining up letters of recommendation ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night which resembled real life exactly, except that Ian was enormously wealthy and also kind of a dick ( Read more... )

Too many people know how to contact me, so I'm changing my AIM address. Henceforth, direct all communication to amonksmocklamb.

For the record,

Again another calabash,
rounder than Buddha's mighty torso.
I mixed it with wild cat and agar,
and called it "A Monk's Mock Lamb."

Marilyn Chin, bitches.

-Aaron