When I decided to keep a log in the sidebar of my recent writing on other websites, the idea was that it would be useful for people who have followed my work. Especially since I had just decided to split my websites up into a slew of more focused blogs. Because I am a weird, [Read More..]
Cement is such a grim choice in flooring. You only choose cement for the rooms people never really go into. You put on your slippers and bring a flashlight when you venture into the cement-floored rooms of your home. “Hey, you ready man?” Ugh. Pffffaaaawww. No. Go away. I bet every last room in this [Read More..]
The last time I talked about my synaesthesia it was all about the way it enhances the experience of listening to music. However, its most commonly discussed effect is that it can really improve a person’s memory. Not so much for me though, and in fact, it can mess with my ability to recall certain [Read More..]
I don’t very often go on what one would consider to be traditional dates. The idea that I should meet a girl for an assessment before we decide to have sex with each other seems horribly inefficient, and more than a little insulting, to me, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Desperate is exactly [Read More..]
The most important lesson I had to learn to make the transition from a person who wanted to be a writer into a person who could almost, kind of, sometimes pay his bills by writing, was that I really couldn’t afford to be too precious about my work. I used to labor over every word [Read More..]
The room was quiet. He lay motionless atop a sea of rigid, heavy blankets. His body was dead weight settled into a depression at the center of the maelstrom, laid out flat on his back with his arms folded across his chest. His face bore no expression, and his eyes were closed, unmoving behind relaxed [Read More..]
I have moved in directly across the street from an apartment I lived in eleven years ago, and it sort of feels as if my life has been reset to that point. I walk the streets here and get a fairly surreal sense of having lost time. I haven’t changed a lot since I was [Read More..]
This is the sorry side of the river, as I understand it. I overheard a guy explaining that to somebody with absolutely no interest in rivers, saying that this side is scummy and discomforting to him. He is in a higher tax bracket than the people who live around here, such as myself. Looking over [Read More..]
The last time I saw Sarah Slean perform live I thought it was some kind of a crime against humanity that I hadn’t seen her in concert for almost six months. That was about seven years ago now, and I haven’t seen her once in the time since. Woe, and whoa. See, Sarah Slean is [Read More..]
My greatest flaw as a writer (and there was some stiff competition, let me tell you) is that I write way too fucking much. Oh, maybe not here on my blog, but for each article, short story, review, or even status update I write, I tend to use way too many of those word things. [Read More..]