Monthly Archives: July 2012

Sometimes

I see you laughing so hard that your arms go limp at your sides. Your mouth opens so wide in my direction That your eyes shut, And your happiness fills My entire dream.

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IS what it took this time. All that preparation for such a little burst of proficiency. But there’s a reason for it. If you don’t go head-to-head, how do you know what you know, and especially compared to what you … Continue reading

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Real and Imagined Selfhood

Sometimes when I walk down the street I pretend to be someone else. Someone with a completely different life. I walk the way that imagined person would walk. If for any reason I have to say anything, like maybe an … Continue reading

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The Bar and the Bug

I watched a friend perform some jazz standards last night. For the first 5 minutes it was just me in there, sitting alone at a side table in the near dark. I had a book with me, but it was … Continue reading

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Gladiatorial Movements West

West by Friday for a thing. They had better be ready because I’m riled and ripped. I’m so eager to get in there that you’d think there was a huge purse or something. But there isn’t. There’s never been. And … Continue reading

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The Smell of Space

Yesterday I learned something that was immediately life-changing. Not  in a health or spiritual sense, but something much subtler, having to do with merely knowing the truth about this thing, and how much I’ll be thinking about it now that … Continue reading

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Touring like a Local

I was on guide duty over the weekend. A friend called and asked if I had any recommendations for places to stay in NYC because her middle school classmate from their hometown in China was in the US for the … Continue reading

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Fake eyebrows are gross and weird.

I’ve never not been a little freaked out by them. Please don’t do that. Normal eyebrows will always look better than eyebrows drawn on with a pen. Also, choosing to draw lines on your head to represent a naturally occurring … Continue reading

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The final tone of the Blackheart.

How do you melt a high-powered tube amp? Feed it high voltage drone metal from a detuned baritone Les Paul at high volume for two hours in a closed-door room. Make it 90 degrees out, possibly 92 in, one fan … Continue reading

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Riding uphill.

Consciousness is the act of making connections. Get out of the way. Lord is she obese. Glass, glass. Burning legs and the tire pressure is low, but it’s a smooth ride. And there’s that smell, same place every time. My … Continue reading

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