Blarghablarghablarghablarghablarghablarghasick again.
Hope to be back on my feet by Thursday.

Midnight Cowboy

There’s something to be said for watching a movie in the comfort of your own dorm room, by yourself.  You can make all the inappropriate comments you like, laugh at all the wrong moments, offer running commentary and advice, even, when the DVD started skipping, yell at the projector booth and throw empty White Castle [...]

Why can’t we live without ribs?
Me and my monkey
not enough dead zombies
across a campus shooting
stench of death
Beside Ben
this is drivel
Greco-Roman
Jupiter cardinals
singing frogs of
Alabama’s fury insanity.
Soul-kitchen.
I can cook too, in Spanish pictures.
Bugs Bunny-blender.
Sunny-Spanish-scalpel-souls.
Whiskey-bullets
in the kumquat ivory.
Fornicates, dies.
Like silken jazz.
rough blue shit explosions.
Now.
Now.
Here.
Penis.
Dis.  I see sex.
Keeanu Reeves.
Pointless controversy.
Shoot’em up, meteor storm far away, so why not now?

Had a problem with an incident from this morning clinging to me like a limpet until the obsession half drove me mad.  Impossible to concentrate on my work.  It submerged as soon as it occurred and lurked there all through the day until I was finally alone and setting down to work.  I lost a [...]

The G. There’s a lot of us, boisterous, uncontained. Loud voices discussing things sure to frighten other passengers. Ejected by steam into the vomit-coated street. Turning in place. Standing in the chill and talking; the little one shivers like a wind-up penguin and tells us she can kill a man with her bare thumbs. We shove wadded-up [...]

Jacob Riis was a Danish-American journalist with a reformist bent from the turn of the century.  For those not a personal fan of Riis, the term is “muckraker.”  He was the son of a hard-working Danish newspaper-editor who had fourteen other children to worry about.  At 12 he donated all of his Christmas money to a poorer family [...]

Today’s post is on: nostalgia, or, ‘we don’t live here anymore.’  Some of them try to capture what the city of New York, metaphysically, ideologically, hypothetically is, some simply seem to see it as their duty to preserve a clear record of New York as it existed from their distinct perspective (what New York is [...]

Still haven’t written a damned word.  Can’t fight off the ennui and apathy smothering me.  Just keep seeing the pavement streaking up to peel open my head.  I don’t have a single idea, not one, your object-oriented story can go to hell.  I’m giving all I’ve got just to remember why I’m staying alive.  Can’t [...]