Boston Bound |
I moved to Portland on April 2, 2008. I really wanted to live here 1 year and 1 day, but I miss Steph too much. Our path to being happy, in love and within touching distance of one another has been Lo...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 14:44:00 GMT |
here we are somewhere, maybe that’s where we belong |
It's been quite some time since I updated this blog. Let's see what I can throw together to clue you in on the life of Jordan...
Today, I had lunch with Brandon and his friend Dawn from Seattle at Por...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 22:38:00 GMT |
getting out of my own way, pt. 1 |
"It is the ego that stands rigidly against influences from the outside, and it is this 'ego rigidity' that makes it impossible to accept everything that confronts us."
Bruce Lee
I told everyone I was ...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 23:14:00 GMT |
today your love, tomorrow the world |
Six days ago I got on a plane in Philadelphia and left everything I’ve ever known, loved or felt even remotely safe with, behind. I had about a thousand dollars, I’m down to about seven-hu...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 22:51:00 GMT |
Open Letter to Mary-Louise Parker in The Client |
Dear Mary-Louise Parker in The Client,
I think you are pretty. You have a lot of spirit and guts and a stubborn-streak like a mule, I admire that. I like strong women. I would like to be your husband...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 02:13:00 GMT |
A SIDE: family / B SIDE: touch |
A SIDE
If you want the truth out of me -- the guaranteed, honest, unfiltered truth -- work me all day, keep me up late and start a conversation with me. When I am tired and overworked and me...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 23:33:00 GMT |
two little girls |
My brother and I are the youngest, by far of almost all of our cousins. When I was a kid, they were my babysitters. I remember that everyone of the oldest four took me out to movies, toy stores and ar...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 01:15:00 GMT |
a new kind of horror |
I've got art in my head today. I see typographical layouts. I see monsters. I see crippled, fucked-up mutant hominids. I see colors. I see pretty girls. I see schematics. I see hand-written notes impo...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 00:21:00 GMT |
men should never be soft |
Weariness creeps like thick liquor across the bar. It envelopes completely and settles into a fine coat over the surface.
Each movement is an act of will. At any moment, I can close my eyes and be asl...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 01:20:00 GMT |
lonely is the night... |
I just logged in roughly 14.5 hours at the bar. I probably spent more hours in the bar today then I've ever spent at any bar in my life altogether. I still find it hilarious that I'm a bartender.
Wil...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 23:14:00 GMT |
