2008-03-26

Golden

2008-03-25

Doctors' Orders

Radio Cure as both cure and ailment. Caffeine as a catalyst.
Wallow for a while in that self-pity, let it make you cuddle up and sleep and bake and eat. Let it make you curl up in a ball. Act like a potato bug. Maybe drink a beer. Say "Fuck it" aloud. Call someone a shithead or an asshole. Glare at stuff. Complain. If these things aren't somehow satisfying then why do we always do them? Sulk in dissatisfaction.

2008-03-22

Betray me but teach me something wonderful

I wish that I was a video artist, because as any sort of writer I can't show you the colours or light of today. No number of metaphors will do.

I can no longer trick myself into thinking that afternoons spent like this are wasted. I'm going to decide now to refuse to say, "My weekend was wonderful but I got nothing accomplished." I think people try to get the important stuff (papers) out of the way so they can enjoy moments like these. I got the important stuff out of the way so now maybe I can enjoy my papers.

2008-03-12

Bill Murray


If "Groundhog Day" ever happened to me I would want it to happen on a day like today.

2008-03-02

If you don't have anything nice to say...

This particular entry began more than a couple of times already. First I tried to be all casual about it: I saw Jordaan and the Horse Museum sing, strum, and stomp their hearts out on Friday. Those folks and their folk are really something else.
Then I started again.
Sweeping generalizations about friends.
I started again.
Vague references to stories I don't really know how to tell.
No.
Suzanne stealing?
Comments on giving, taking and keeping?
I began again. And here I am in the beginning again.
Should I revisit old unfinished drafts? Or should I leave those threads that did not connect?
Maybe I have nothing to say.

But things are nice.