Monday, December 20, 2010
The cover image is "M is for Memories and Mixtapes" by Kristen Solecki. That link goes to her Etsy page instead of her actual website, which at the moment, is hacked.
Good times for everyone, neh?
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, November 08, 2010
This is how I roll.
Speaking of back, so's Arthur. Here's his latest post and here's the line to make you want to read it:
The American working class has been destroyed. The American middle class is in its final stages of destruction. Soon the bottom rungs of the rich themselves will be destroyed.Clap harder everyone! I think Tink's getting better!
The entire way through this process the government will lie and the media will lie.
Also, one of my colleagues is responsible for this. It's brilliant:
Monday, September 20, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
I have come from where I find small bloodstains on my bedsheets to this new place where the discoveries are of a different nature. So a commemoration, as we do. This time: rough draft Halloween. Dress up, but not in everything. Save yourself. See this as part of the repetition: Preperation, preperation, preperation.
Let's all plug in to the telepathic disco, hard up for hand me downs no more, and the Koinos Kosmos gets us through the door.
This is the fall. This is the harvest season. This is when things lie down dead to begin anew. There will be a reckoning. There will be a calling to account.
Collage is not a refuge for the compositionally disabled. It's an evolution beyond narrative.
There are plans. There will be a progression. There will be an order.
I often use my mouth too, as two hands aren't enough, and the mouth is such a versatile tool for holding.
Beer, liquor, mixers, snacks, dinner, vegan ice cream birthday cake, and things not spoken yet.
Because you didn't understand what the point of anything was, so the future didn't save a place for you.
Do you remember? Do you remember? Do you remember? When we were magic.
Learn to be an honest monster.
Saturday 19:00 23.10.2010 Here:
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
I'd been at her place a few days earlier and we let her iPod, set to random, do all the work. Most of the music I'd given her, which, on the one hand, meant music I loved was playing. On the other hand, I love oddball music. The obscure singer/songwriter tracks were fine, but the techno and hardcore punk were so mood-crushing as to be funny. Which served to kill the mood that much more. So I compiled a generic list that was, at least, free of egregious mood killers.
The mix was playing while I was preparing dinner (chicken in a red wine marinade, I think) and José Feliciano's cover of "California Dreamin'" came on. My date wasn't there yet, but all I wanted, when I heard that song, was to hold her close and dance so slowly to the soft sounds of that guitar.
This is the mix I put together from that memory, and maybe that mood dominates more than it should. Instead of being a make-out mix, this is the soundtrack for a lonely late night drive in autumn across unadorned Midwestern plains. I don't know if the person behind the wheel is driving to or from someone, but that someone's the only thing on the driver's mind. There's a radio signal fading in and out, broadcast by a DJ who doesn't know what he's doing to that driver, but the DJs never do.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
I still get caught sleeping.
There was nothing, there was nothing, there was nothing, then there was you.
If I say I was in love with her, is it because I was or because I'm looking for sympathy?
I'm elegiac of the women I don't meet, nostalgic for the memories we never made.
Do you remember the things you burned?
I'm trying to move from bitterness to generosity.
There will be glass in the fruit before this is over.
Burn your birdhouse down.