blog relocation. |
in an effort to allow the enormous corporation that i love oh so much to completely take over my life, i've moved my blog (in a long and tedious fashion) to google's blogspot. http://walkingspanish.bl...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 15:04:00 GMT |
the wizard poll. |
hail clean-shaven sorcerboy, sequel to elijah wood, lover of menny. wrecker of the doubledecker. cock of the wok. sniffer of sniffles. harry the potter, haver of names, donner of monikers...where is m...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 08:44:00 GMT |
the daytripper. |
last week i fell in love with new york and today paris is my mistress.it was the weekend to end all weeks: dirty tea and dirty non-tea, to say the least. everything was punctuated with an overwhelming...
Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 09:03:00 GMT |
la di da di. |
i can actually hear the forty ounce of old english sitting in my fridge, buzzering like a secret guitar string that only my poor sober heart and certain alcoholic dogs can hear. shut up already, you d...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 17:43:00 GMT |
harlem nocturne. |
i told someone today that i'm building giant things with tiny tools. i am, and i meant it literally of course, but they took it metaphorically. i thought: might as well.which reminds me.______________...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 19:55:00 GMT |
Ni le beurre ni l'argent du beurre. |
Maybe I'm too proud to deal with any of it. It rains. It rains overground. It rains underground. It rains from the ground. Up. It rains like firecrackers on my ceiling room windows. It rains on a rand...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 19:08:00 GMT |
and then they kiss. |
(the following was originally intended as a letter to someone. as a result, some of it might not makes sense to some of you. not as a result, some of this might not make sense to some of you.)remember...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 15:23:00 GMT |
Faut pas faire pleurer les filles! |
It's one-thirty in the a.m. I just made some pasta for Mo and I. It was delicious, but, like the alcohol we drank, it comes with a price. We are almost guaranteed to be ill. We will wake puking. But i...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 04:41:00 GMT |
Carmen Sandiego is hot. |
I'm a bit tipsy in a café I dont recognize with some people I dont recognize. Theyre talking about films I don't recognize and making esoteric references that end in a hearty, echoing laughter I can b...
Posted by on Mon, 29 May 2006 14:13:00 GMT |
Bending Light. |
Perhaps the funniest trick time plays on my mind is the illusion that if some duration of time has passed, some minimum of events has subsequently occured. This, of course, is not the case with the la...
Posted by on Sat, 13 May 2006 03:48:00 GMT |
