As one might sketch some ethereal writer, tucked into his twilit attic with journal in hand and candlestick lighting his page, I lie here before you now. The wide plank oak floor scratching against my belly stretches out to the window where my story lives. It is a warm night so I require no blanket. [...]
Elvis Presley: “I’m a mountain formed by pressure.” Lou Reed: “Music really isn’t that hard. You do your best to copy your favorite bands and then you fuck up and accidentally sound like yourself.” Roman Polanski: “It all comes back to Mia Farrow.” Dr. Seuss: “It’s a hard world that asks you to live with [...]
1) Exclusive. This is my least favorite word. Somewhere along the line we’ve decided that the act of excluding somebody was a desirable quality for our new Ford to have. Recently I noticed a billboard for “L.A’s most exclusive condominium…” What is that, a big empty building? 2) Spotlight. Spotlights seemed to have originally been [...]
“Thanks for the book – I don’t like it.” Zelda wrote this in a letter to Scott Fitzgerald in February of 1920. In a letter that followed a few days later, she softened: “And I love you so terribly that I’m going to read McTeague – but you may have to marry a corpse when [...]
The sound of Van Morrison sniffing in T.B Sheets always makes me laugh. But it isn’t very funny because the song is about some girl who stays up all night dying on her deathbed. Last year I went to Ireland with my girlfriend to meet her family. Her uncle works in the music industry and [...]
Avoiding boredom at work today, I impulsively purchased seymoursfatlady.com from GoDaddy for ten dollars. I’m wondering now what to do with it? Perhaps a photograph of Hulk Hogan or some livecam over an airport might be suitable…. The beauty is it could be anything really.
“I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest. I’d half-awaken. He’d stick his skull under my nose and purr, stinking of urine and blood. Some nights he kneaded my bare chest with [...]