One step.

Two step.

One step.

Two step.

These were the only thoughts I had while climbing the steel bridge for the first time in my life.

I have only had two other chances to climb this bridge in my life, both provided by Simms, and both were utter failures.  Of course, the only person I have to blame for this is myself, or ( Read more... )

Chuck Klosterman blames all of his failed relationships on John Cusak. Or rather he blames his failed relationships on his character Loyd Dobler in Say Anything, but in his mind there is little difference ( Read more... )

Yesterday a homeless man came up to me while i was buying a slice of Pizza. Dantes has this great outside window so you can buy their slices from the street without actually going into the opressive autmospher that is their bar. But anyways, i buy a slice of pizza and i'm handed back my change when a homeless man comes up to me ( Read more... )

It's still realitivly early for the type of night i had, and much needs to be documented, but i'll give a breif outline of the night instead ( Read more... )

Pdx journal: day two ( Read more... )

I'm finally back in PDX. Of course it took me 15 hours of travel to get there. Arriving at the Maine airport, i discovered that the flight that i had booked was broken. I mean, not ready to fly for another 3 days, that sort of broken. And, of course, being two days after christmas every flight out of Maine was completely booked. The best they ( Read more... )

I picked up a Team Dresh album as a gift for my friend Jason in pdx. As a result, i have been filled with a punk spirit recently. Not only is it a punk spirit, it is a riot grrl spirit. Perhaps if i had talents, or spunk, i would start my own queercore/riot grrl group. Despite the fact that i am neither gay, nor a girl, i'm sure it would be a ( Read more... )

Much like New York, Waterville is a dying city (haven't you read Death in Venice?). You know that scene in The Time Machine when he flicks the switch and watches time fly by, civilization rising and falling before his eyes. That's what it's like coming back to Waterville for brief stretches every year or so, minus the "rising" stuff. Every time i ( Read more... )

I was going to write a post about Fellini films and the emptiness of depravity, instead i'm going to write about the Wii ( Read more... )

Flying into Maine is weird. On the one hand, i have mixed feeling about Maine. Although I grew up there, and technically it is my home, i can't help but feel disconnected from the place. Everyone one i know there has moved on to some sort of college or another. Those that did stay in Maine are, at the very least, still not in my home town. The ( Read more... )