Satan and spraypaint and you. |
Yesterday. The International Day of Slayer/Satan/Evil/Emo Kid Beatdowns came and went. Me? I woke at dawn, took a walk, and wrote a long-overdue essay on the use of the grotesque in the fictions of Fl...
Posted by Brian Hoover on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 07:12:00 PST |
Hello, Spring. Winter, you will be suppressed. |
In the fight against language, against semantics, and against inevitable misreading, I have refused lately to deal with words. There is something exhausting in wondering if the pity and disgust ...
Posted by Brian Hoover on Sun, 14 May 2006 04:22:00 PST |
From Gainesville to Portland. |
Roadside monuments and plaster dinosaurs, the fact that "gusty winds may exist", low-lying cloud cover over the Shasta Lake Bridge, the residents of Durham, Texas, Blu-Blocker sunglasses, mile markers...
Posted by Brian Hoover on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 07:26:00 PST |
You kids get off my lawn! |
Posted by Brian Hoover on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
In love with the modern world. |
Not just the bridges. Five days ago I was prepared to burn this city to the ground. All of it. The busmall and the bars and the Safeways and the group homes. Specifically the group homes. I wanted to ...
Posted by Brian Hoover on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Right. Probably not a good thing. |
*beeeep*Brian, I have the right to say "Janet" upstairs but it's [garbled] and I like it. I want to be your friend and I love you so much but I have to [garbled]*click*-My answering machine.7:43 a.m....
Posted by Brian Hoover on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Come and knock on our door. (Part One) |
Evidently this all started years ago, long before I came to find myself working here. Back when the idea of being a social worker wasn't even conceivable to me.There was a previous staff member. I'm...
Posted by Brian Hoover on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do in this damn group home!!! |
Bingo night at work. Watching the cards. Keeping people focused. Trying not to get daubed.
Tonight the folks are a bit antsy. The ice cream sandwiches sent blood sugars soaring and on Bonanza, a bad...
Posted by Brian Hoover on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Things I currently know. |
I'm not a musician.
I don't scream, sweat, or roll around on the ground for cameras. Unless money is involved.
I have no tattoos.
I was once fond of describing myself as "Sensitive - like Ala...
Posted by Brian Hoover on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
hope was propping me up |
The morning, which began around 5am with a distraught developmentally disabled senior citizen knocking on my door to inform me that she had accidentally locked herself out of her bedroom, wasn't all t...
Posted by Brian Hoover on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
