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About Me

moderately obsessive-compulsive. occasionally awkward with hellos and goodbyes. neither perfect nor whole (but striving to be more the latter). a closet optimist. a minimalist. a bicyclist. a traveler. a writer. an overthinker. an overcommunicator. a vegetarian. a believer. a striver. a lover.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

people who challenge themselves, and consequently me.

My Blog

Scum Gypsy Wagon (Our Travel Blog)

Check it out. Subscribe and all that if you know how to do such fancy things. We update it fairly regularly.scumgypsywagon.wordpress.com
Posted by on Tue, 15 Sep 2009 00:23:00 GMT

the pacifist

Have you ever noticed that action movies go great distances to portray their villains as absolutely despicable individuals so that you can root shamelessly for their inevitable death and actually expe...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 17:29:00 GMT

maunder (a short writing exercise)

They never really knew where Philip DeSargo was going.   When asked the typical questions, "What are you up to?" "So, what do you have going on today?" "Got any plans for tonight?" he would crac...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 10:35:00 GMT

ad infinitum

"Son of a bitch, it's cold out here." The engines droned back the only response of which they were capable: a constant and uninterested hum. He wondered why he even bothered to talk at all anymore; it...
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 19:24:00 GMT

oft (mis)spoken words

I believe the phrase "I deserve" followed by anything positive shows a fundamental misunderstanding of the human condition.
Posted by on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 21:27:00 GMT

the end of all things will be televised

Equals vindication for Norma Jean. If you yet doubt, I invite you to engage for yourself at www.purevolume.com/normajean. In addition, I am going to be speaking at Scum on Sunday against what I call "...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 22:01:00 GMT

poema

I want to conform my surroundings to the state of my heart, And touch all the other things that should have fallen apart first. She turned from a window to a broken pane of glass, And turned her sorry...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 09:24:00 GMT