Posts Tagged ‘Fuck my Hands Says My Brain’


Can Friendship Survive Alaska?

September 10, 2008

You know that part of life where all your friends start leaving… well I’m there and feeling completely uninspired to write anything. Suggestions?


This is all Palin’s fault. Damn you sexy republicans.


A Man Loves the Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Enjoy In His Age

August 7, 2008

“If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.” Isaac Asimov

I have decided that summer is not for writing. Despite the setbacks, despite the rust that develops in my fingernails. I’d rather be outside – learning, loving, recharging. Then, and only then, can I return to the paper and ink to make reality into something less real but more true. Much like the deceiving beauty of a thunder cloud, the subtle signs of wind on the grass, or when air becomes visible. A time must come when I will chose between living and writing. But I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.