Maybe I shouldn’t have internet

The days of sitting around in my boxers till three in the afternoon flip-flopping between the Drudge Report and NYTimes.com are over.  Thanks to the incompetence of TimeWarner cable, I am forced out into the open world of coffee shops and street-side guerilla web surfing; looking at beautiful girls study for the GRE and checking [...]

summer of the giant squid

late july and the front pages of national papers are screaming choruses of mounting kraken songs — pugnacious and hungry, humbolts stretch tentacles into california; killer squid invasion! last summer it was the world cup, this year a cthulhu-driven death count – bloody beaked leitmotif to chinatown happy hours with History (bearded), married but without [...]

excuse to drink forties:

invisible violence

a list of violent acts: uppercuts and scattered bombs, short shorts on unrepentant boys, doorstop shanks in psychic prison guards; organic vegetable gardening, wrong color canvas totes; the archiving of daily thoughts as if life was a conglomeration of meaningful experiences; bloody thursday — July 5th, 1934: depression era longshoremen dying on san francisco docks, [...]

so terrifying

blank pages as similes, like tattoos before the ink: an ineffable pre-permanence; the protracted jouissance of half-accidental transgressions. three cups of coffee into the afternoon and my amorphous hearts expanding, filling arms and legs, arrhythmically beating from fingertips into manual typewriters — blank pages as similes…. subway flirtations telescope into ten year anniversaries, sidewalk winks [...]