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Isso drunk. Abbeysynth. Wherezevryone? F'ckn wasteland, thissss. Fuck'n billboarded-up alleyways of intercourse - concourse - discourse - of course. They fuck you up and trash you ought, they always due. Newrrk. Brrracklyn. Bushwick bushwhack burrrrghbush will'o'th'wick. Word's dead, 'tsall too fast. Office' is like a, like a, like a Minority ( Read more... ) -
You gotta have friends. Lots and lots of friends.
One of my many Facebook friends just pipped me on the Instant Messenger. This was odd, because I've certainly never spoken to him online, and maybe once or twice in a group of mutual friends. But I was in a receptive mood, so I said hi. Here's how the conversation went:
yo Dignam, got a second??
9:51amMe
Sure - how do?
9:51am
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Haiti
The continents fight their war of dominance; Haiti shatter--- then Chile. Then a blown deadline looms, far more catastrophic than any mere catastrophe. Absurd. A Haitian sarong hangs from my wardrobe; these fantastic stylized man-monsters, iguana(dons?), emus, herons, swordfish, parade in a cascade of black ink on ecru cotton. In my parents' home, ( Read more... ) -
Just so you know
I made the last post private because I'm thinking of publishing it elsewhere, and rules state, etc etc... Thank you for your very kind comments. -
Hamas Founder's Son is Long-Term Spy for Israel
That's right. You heard it right. This is the last generation of their revolution.
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Writer's Block: Thanks to Technology…
I can answer silly questions like this one in a crowdsourcing advertisement attempt masquerading as a creative writing exercise. -
Where Credit's Due, a Mashup Short in Two Parts
Hey there. My friend Jeff Burns and I have been mixing up some mash-up videos 100% composed of U.S. propaganda and fair-use instructional, promotional, and educational films from the Prelinger Archives. Our first release, "Where Credit's Due," recently got featured on Reason Magazine's blog "Hit & Run," the financial blog Educated Risk and a ( Read more... ) -
For John Hughes
I was Duckie. I was Duckie and Brian Johnson and when I pulled the trunk, the light wouldn’t go on. I was Gary and Wyatt and Cameron too. Oh, yes, I was Cameron to my friend’s Ferris; we took his dad’s Cadillac for joyrides. I recently got back in touch with this guy, my own personal Ferris Bueller - he’s recovering nicely, but when I greedily ask ( Read more... ) -
The matter
The table is circular. On top - a well-worn grey fedora. An unopened packet of Engobi Cinnamon Surge Energy Go Bites, "infused with caffeine." Two half-forgotten letters from the IRS. A copy of You Can't Go Home Again, cover missing. A bottle of Centrium. A new 10-megapixel Nikon CoolPix. The Lonely Planet Guide to Brazil. An opened, half-eaten ( Read more... ) -
The Boy Bedlam Review
Over the past few weeks, we've been putting the band back together, and scheduling to revive publication of The Boy Bedlam Review starting with a hard launch in October 2009. Today, out of absolutely nowhere, a major New York literary agency contacted us offering to represent one of the authors featured in the Review. I am proud to say that we've ( Read more... )