January 2011
1 post
Full time school and part time work. Living the dream. I just moved into a three bedroom farmhouse built in the 1860’s. That’s right. Thee 1860’s. In the basement you can actually see where they used to shovel coal in to heat the place. Understand this is when Abraham Lincoln was president. I live in a house that was built whilst a nation divided and fell upon itself. Seems...
December 2010
2 posts
I would. I would believe you. but the ocean is ebbing. and the tide won’t hold to the shore for long. Those are your emotions. The moon sinks away and the sun comes back and the water sings into the sand and by morning it’s as if nobody was there and all the footprints are gone and the etch-a-sketch edge is begging another canvas walkers walk upon its wake. I wished at times that the...
To be remembered for the fire of our words long before the ashes of our bodies. That’s really what we were struggling for this whole time.
August 2010
2 posts
In this month I have had six interviews and four jobs. In this week I have made russian soup, applesauce cake, banana cake,cinnamon coffee sticks, stuffed mushrooms, and cheese filled pears all while trying to read harper lee, robbins, vonnegut, fulghum, safran foer and sedaris at once. My ducks will never be in a row. Far too boring. I will probably stick it out with whole foods for a bit. I am...
Whether or not I wither depends on whither I...
You are formidable mountains that I don’t wish to climb and have no want to conquer. You are eroding back to sea level always. You are conglomerates of a weakened and imperfect bond. You call out, you howl, and sigh…..to be higher. The earth undulates, amalgamates and now feeds some other summit and you fall into foothills into the sea. Always. My footprints once around you too wither...
June 2010
3 posts
“Truth, it seems, is always bashful, easily reduced to silence by the too blatant...”
– Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago (via theevilofbanality)
When I stepped down on to a public access dock a curious event took place. A ring billed herring came at a terrified pace from beneath it. This seagull tied to a string tied to a tree that had used the dock as the only refuge of safety went about fifteen feet to the threshold of its restraint. I pulled the captive, the aviator in by this fishing line, which has an uneasy vibration and...
So….on a nice drive with my mom around the lake having what seemed to be the way of relatively profound conversation she tries to color in the analogy with the reminder of a show she recently watched. Whats it going to be, I wonder? Something probably from nat geo or discovery or perhaps free speech or even some spiritual memento picked up somewhere obscure like from a tribal islander of...
May 2010
1 post
Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be. -vonnegut
April 2010
2 posts
Dear local huron humane society,
skeeowdaheeer!
signed,
Fred
Perhaps the greatest question ever asked may be the greatest answer ever got.
March 2010
1 post
February 2010
3 posts
“He wasn’t a mechanic. He was a chef.”
– audrey hepburn
Smiling hurt my face. I’m done with it.
To the little man running up the hill.
In a recent conversation with Brent and Lori Champagne due north via SUV the 45th parallel and talking tattoos.I’ll just cut most of the dialogue out but leave you with this-
Me-Sooo what’s you’re next tattoo in mind?
Brent-What’s your mom’s name?
Me-Nancy.
Brent-Nancy.
Me- Meh, why the hell do I even answer that?!?
Brent- HA HA HA HA, I know, Why do you?
Okay,...
January 2010
3 posts
My Charles Dickens, My Dr. Doolittle.
Dad:What?
Ducks: (Duck sounds)
Dad: What?…What!?
Ducks: (Duck sounds)
Dad:Nah, that’s bullshit. It’s bullshit!
Ducks: (Duck sounds)
Dad: No, I fed you and you know it. I just fed you, cmon!
Me: Dad, are you serious? You’re arguing with ducks?
Dad: Oh, I didn’t see you standing there.
Me: mmmm…okay, pretty sure that only weakens your case and makes you...
Books and Water
I’ve met a lot of homeless men along the way. I’ve asked a lot of questions. They probably still go shelterless despite any strength of imagination. Many seemed more hopeful than people of insatiable posessions. Many stuttered but their eyes were filling volumes. Some were miserable in form but only others held them accountable and embarrassed. Some have even said they were lucky...
jolenesonny:
thealuminummonster:
Listen, I know there were days you wanted to die
when the sky was so clear
you’d stand obnoxious underneath it
begging for stars to shoot you
just so you could feel at home.
I know about the ways you misplaced all the right words,
stockpiled every important social cue you ever missed
from the first time you learned you were wrong,
waited to make it...
December 2009
13 posts
the last thought.
It’s the wall with the paint fading. That wall that led you to the pills not for saving but just to kill pain or something.
“Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via jazzledazzle)
Boom.
“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
– Vonnegut
alligatorsinnewyorksewers:
Truth be told, I like the excitement of the unknown. Let’s keep it this way, I’m digging it.
I’m on a mattress, 1130 at night, getting ready to buy some cheap coffee across the street from the tired smiling lady behind the streaked, cracked bulletproof glass for my midnight vault through the meteor stricken sky. Maybe I can outrun this haunting in my chest, leave it...
“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live.”
– Bukowki
November 2009
1 post
Tangent 1:12 Sunday
So yeah, still talk to you. It’s still comforting.
The things still hang in the garage that you held. Oh to raise your prints and to resurrect your smell. It breaks my heart to come home and find solitaire on the computer, because it breaks my heart to know what that means. Got tired of salting my coffee to start the day and so I salt the drink, tired of salt either way.
I want to canvas...
July 2009
1 post
“I am circling around the ancient tower. And I have been circling for a thousand...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
June 2009
1 post
Oh I'm not mad about it. I just bought this knife.
So without fail there is a rooster who screams it’s drunken face right off outside my window at 5:30 every morning. Which is good because it wakes me up for the sunrise. This is inspiring so I pour myself a cup of ambition and prop myself up, turn on my laptop and start typing. I need that kind of alarm. There’s something poetic about a shrill and natural bantering that cannot be...
May 2009
1 post
Disclaimer
So I did some baby sitting yesterday. I don’t really like calling it that because they’re my family. I’ll just say I kicked it with my nephews and niece. Sooooo, we went to the park and played some hide and seek and the like. I lost a lot. I’m not small anymore. My legs stuck out a lot. I need to work on my spacial relations.
Soooo as it goes, they wanted chocolate milk...
April 2009
3 posts
Pacifism never hurt anyone, but it sure scares the...
MMA is big in Alpena and all across the board in America. I heard that they sold out the arena at Northern Lights. It’s really good to hear that in a town that has reached 25% unemployment (yeah, seriously) that people still have 25 bucks to waste on this and enough to take their five year old sons and daughters as well.
I have some problems with this. Hell, I’m livid...
March 2009
5 posts
A Man Without A Country
Vonnegut:
Here’s the news: I am going to sue the Brown and Williamson Tobacco Company, manufacturers of Pall Mall cigarettes, for a billion bucks! Starting when I was only twelve years old, I have never chain-smoked anything but unfiltered Pall Malls. And for many years now, right on the package, Brown and Williamson have promised to kill me.
But I am eighty-two. Thanks a lot, you dirty...
Hal and Norma
Why would a tour company give away its profits?
Untours gives away its profits, because its owners, Hal and Norma Taussig walk to a different drummer!
Hal & Norma
Several decades ago Hal decided that he did not want to accumulate wealth. This decision included a resolution to try to be a responsible steward, using his financial resources to promote social and economic justice. His first...
I'm going to just keep writing....
and deleting. It’s obvious I’m comfortable with myself.
This is a bootleg from a live show Scott just so...
February 2009
3 posts
Bon Iver-Skinny Love
I recently bought an mp3 player because I prefer to be fashionably late. First and foremost I have to say 8-track you’re dead to me. You’re just obstructive and you confuse people into thinking I have an atari and that they can play games named after bands from the 70’s.
So this happened. I had Bon Iver’s “Flume” and I liked it. So I sucked the brains out of...
Re-gifting the Presence.
…..if at all possible. Well, I’ll be living in A squared with a square. Apparently Scott has a girlfriend. Which means…he’s going to cry a lot. I’m okay with that. I’ll even go so far as to say I completely support it.
Scott-Well I won’t always be home. Sometimes I just stay in town.
Me- Where?
Scott- At Jamie’s house
Me- Does she know...
January 2009
5 posts
words
meh.
Living in Significance.
If the world is in fact round and if space or the universe is stretching in this likeness of shape, really who’s to say I am not in fact at its center. And to be, living presently, unable to reverse the progression of time, that is to say unable to be in the past, nor unable to step ahead into the progression, that is to say in the future, but somewhere precisely in the middle unable...
Stuck on the way to the middle of nowhere
I have a habit of going toward the edges of places uninhabited. I also have a habit of getting stuck on the way to or from such places. I feel like when these things happen they can be taken metaphorically and I can continue from that point on. The only difference this time from any other time was that this time it was the coldest day of the year. Instead of having a revelation of some vast...
“They carried the common secret of cowardice barely restrained, the instinct to...”
– Tim O’Brien -The Things they Carried