So I am migrating most of my esoteric stuff onto this blog. If the journals burn at least it’s here. I am not sure… to say…. that I apologize that I can’t give you a more explicit entry into what (more…)
We should point out douchebaggery?
A friendly group of what else? FRIENDS!… we have sat around chatting about a dangerous concept.. being considered hipster for pointing out douchebaggery. I don’t even like those two words, but I do (more…)
Top Ten Show/Concerts List… to be appended constantly.
I am 48. 28th May, 1990 Sound + Vision Tour, David Bowie, Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, California Sort of hard to beat that, and after 1000s of bands, still one of the best. Edit… (more…)
Jesus is a zombie, *or* An Easter Brunch chock full of why irrational belief is silly
ID, and much more, is pretty dumd. So… a brilliant article, The Decline and Fall of Christian America by Jon Meacham, (more…)
Tea Party? Time to complain about bailouts.
Just watching Fox news (stupid hotel rooms with nothing but Fox) and found out next Wednesday there are going to be Tea Parties all over the US to complain about massive government spending. (more…)
No matter the town car driver’s admonishing, you step inside a spray painted silver limo
The man said two sentences to me. The first was in response to my question, “How much?” “$25” The second was what this story is about. A couple months ago at 4:43 AM (approximate time) I was (more…)
Revelations #1 by Gerald (I wish I had written this, but it exists nowhere online and we need it, it’s art – If you wrote & directed this animated short, please contact me)
Dear Gerald, Life is not life a box of chocolates. It’s a box of glamorous jewels. There’s tranquil topaz, torrid red rubies, green with jealousy jade and sexy black onyx. But your jewels are made (more…)
There’s a mouse in the kitchen or A note to my dear landlord.
Albeit we have been told since the Black Plague that mice are cute as buttons by almost every facet of media (especially endearing cartoons that reinforce the Disney empire), I am somewhat concerned (more…)
I was in a gang. The memories.
Hell yeah. We had stickers that said “Military Packâ€, but our handshake was this really difficult thing that ended in two hands flapping like wings where the body was where the hands joined. (more…)
Mortality as a rudder to the ship of living
I have had a recurring dream my entire life since a very young age that begs and pulls at my underlying pre-occupation with mortality. It was my job to fly all over the world, part of a legion of samaritans, (more…)