Driving home from work tonight, there was an accident on the Long Island Expressway (LIE). This isn't anything news worthy in and of itself, there are accidents on the LIE, like most major highways near cities, every week if not every day. But something got to me tonight. Something about the 'sand' material that was kicked up by the cars in ( Read more... )

A friend of mine recently asked for help writing a paper about germans, americans, and unknown political consultants. Being the ever helpful person I am, I sent him back a reply in about ten minutes ( Read more... )

Giving blood is always fun. I'm not particularly afraid of needles, although they pinch a bit. Watching what was formerly you bubbling into 3 vials is somewhat otherworldly, though. My problem here, though, is that on this particular day, I hadn't eaten, as per their instructions. You're not allowed to eat or drink anything (except for water, ( Read more... )

Two nights in a row, I enter my bathroom at night to find my toothpaste not on the counter where I left it. This is no big deal; my father often comes around and moves things. It's annoying, but you get used to it. He had a habit of placing things in the drawer. But these two nights, it was not there! He had stolen my toothpaste and taken it ( Read more... )

Months ago when I first came "back" to my live journal, my plan was to analyze song lyrics. Specifically, the song "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave. Somehow, I never got around to it, but I managed to post other stories and writing I have done. Well, it's about time we get back to the original intent. Lyrics, section by section, with comments:
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Today, I achieved closure. Taco Bell closure. I visited my home away from home, the taco bell on 347. The same employee is still working the drive through, and I explained why I no longer went there (change in jobs). He still remembered me well, and gave me my fire sauce without asking. Ah, the joy ( Read more... )

The beginning of any story is always the hardest. Where you go from there flows from what came before. How many would-be writers stared into whiteness only to see the emptiness inside their minds ( Read more... )

As he drove down the highway, the man could not help be taken aback at the world around himself. The sky seemed split in two. One half, which he was completely underneath, was filled with a single, massive and dark cloud. This has the effect of cutting one off from the sky. While it is probably no further away in truth, a blue sky nevertheless ( Read more... )

It is a clear, dark night. The moon is somewhere between full and new ( Read more... )

I was driving down a long and lonesome road the other day, when I noticed the back of a generic white van. Nothing particularly unique about it, but as many American vehicles have these days, it had a "patriotic" bumper sticker. I've become pretty numb to most of the "support the troops" or "god bless america" stickers, as banal and insipid as ( Read more... )