And that's also the reason I'm ending this blog. It pains me that I'd have to write a final entry to declare its death, because it's so dramatic and declarative for an act that hardly warrants any attention. But because I am a man of ritual and pomp, here I am, sounding the trumpets ( Read more... )

I am in mid-flight, hundreds of miles above ground. NYC froths behind me, like foam in the wake of a passing ship. I'm headed for L.A. where the weather is supposedly in the mid-80's, at least according to accuweather.com. And if the dusty basins outside my window of my plane are any indication, I'm officially in a Wile E. Coyote Cartoon ( Read more... )

When I was ten and my sister was eight, our house was under renovation. It was our mother’s first foray into interior design, and just like a bipolar scientist, our home was to be the first of many experiments under her overzealous aesthetic scalpel. Everywhere we looked there was the debris of her architectural conceit: sacks of cement, sawed-off ( Read more... )

If I was so off my groove before the flood started, I'm a gazillion nautical miles further away now. Everything is just so off-kilter. The static in the air is a soup of unfamiliarity, and anything and everything that I know to be me and mine just sloughs off my skin and into the sludge ( Read more... )

When I want something so badly that it's been elevated to a thing of great consequence and importance, one of two things happen: either the universe ignores me, or strange coincidences happen in pairs ( Read more... )

Holy shiz. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm fucking nervous, and I find myself frozen in my tracks every time the thought hits me. And I look like a retard doing it: my eyes clenched, my teeth gritted, and my hands in some strange claw-like pose. I look like a sasquatch having a stroke.

I'm just really glad I've been mad-busy these past few ( Read more... )

I should be packing properly for some post-production work in Bangkok tomorrow. I really REALLY should. instead, I'm tossing random pieces of clothing into my oversized luggage bag, drinking Aloe Vera juice, and listening to Cuban music. If there's a common thematic thread between those three activities, please, feel free to let me know ( Read more... )

Nonlinear, non-happy, nonsensical entry in 3 ( Read more... )

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