Air Travel
En Route to Nowhere — I should have been born in the 1920's if I wanted the sky to be glamorous.
Alcoholism
Too Long in Beta — A falling ocean, a waterfall of plumes and sprays, with murderous roars muffled by the thick glass of the airplane windows.
Sunshine Speaking — So swirl it in your mouth just enough to coat the interior of your oral cavity with the liquid gold and then open your lips and take another slight breath, stopping just before it burns to the point where your cough instinct takes over. Don't let that happen -- that's bad form and you'll look like a freshman jackass, so avoid it at all costs.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
Uncooped and Troubled — Cold realizations and musings of consequence in the heart of an epic nor'easterly
Mojo Workin' at My At-a-lantic Blues — A trip explodes, friends suddenly come to visit and the craziness starts.
The Mess in Madrid — I'm normally not a violent person but this morning I was pushed over some line for some reason; the worst part about the whole affair is how much I liked it.
Oktober Surprise — The beats were up-beat, the beer was flowing, and the sausages were wrapped in bacon.
Glad to Be Home — Too many beers that some Australian kid bought, zee Germans were not coming through, and the ladies from Seattle simply didn't have that kind of zazz.
Holy Wonderings — All I ask for are some steaming hot coeds and a vodka martini - is that really too much to ask?
Simply, to Sleep — When I was a kid I was the last to fall asleep and the first to get up. In college it was quite the hangover that would keep me in bed past 9 on a Saturday.
Sour Night in the Drink — I lied, and I cheated, and it made me feel bad.
They All Went Along for the Ride — There's still the jazz in the background and I still have the desire to put thought to paper in defiance of the heavy eyelids that so fervently insist on closing.
Up Front There Ought to Be a Man in Black — The absence of the familiar heat from the months past knocks over all notions of security and certainty about anything.
Disclaimer — They're just words.
A Brief Interruption of the Jetstream — The Beautiful and Talented Planning Committee of the Winter Ball at the Japra Mahal are ready.
Turn Green At the Light — For god's sake, drink something else. You smell terrible!
America
The Last Leaf Hanging — There is no democracy without free speech. And the price of speech just went up. A lot.
A Shadow Lurking — A call to action. An honest-to-god initiative by the left, something not seen since Vietnam, and even that might be a little naíve to consider.
Imminent Retreat — Unless I'm much mistaken it will be lauded as a success at bipartisan health reform.
Maybe Nothing Should Be Serious — If healthcare, a deeply important issue that is central to the self-preservation of just about every living person is struggling to keep that attention, I wouldn't give much hope to anything less ridiculous than Scrubs...
A Little Bit of Noise in the Night — The Italian man in the seat in front of me was singing on about what must have been futbol to the pretty blond next to him. A dude, I think, but Italians are all very pretty.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Oldest Cast-Iron Building — In a half-mad fury of head-turning craziness, Chris Matthews, of all the spinning, talking faces, refused to let that god-damned waterhead, Tom DeLay, get away with smooth talking nonsense.
There Are No Jokes — When I said 'comedian', I certainly wasn't thinking of the House of Representatives as a Monday night comedy club.
How Long, oh Lord? — Even when growth is steady and prosperity seems to lurk around every bend for anyone willing to take out a mortgage being given them, there is much amiss in the world. Imagine then, what things can be like in times like these?
Death By The Fear — Things are happening - crazy, bad things - and some of them have very much to do with the 6th district of Minnesota.
Boogie Chil'en — Could this nation be filled with people too simple to grasp more than two options for an issue?
Later We'll All be Dancin', Screaming From the Minarets — Ben Franklin was right, and I hold this truth to be self-evident: the American Public cannot be trusted with reason.
West of the East, East of the West — So I'd spent a day sailing by myself, eating ham & cheese croissant sandwiches and drinking enough red bull to keep a corpse on its toes.
Treat Her Like a Lady, and She'll Always Bring You Home — America's issue with voters isn't just the indifference caused by a large middle class that is too comfortable and therefore too complacent with the status quo. It's more complicated than that.
Soul to Steal — But, seriously - don't get me wrong. I like Christmas. It's just that...
That's Me in the Corner — I'm so glad that captain cuckoo bananas didn't make any decisions concerning Iraq while drinking, eh? That could've impaired his judgment and wouldn't that have been disastrous?
Know Your Enemy — How long will you let it go unchallenged? How long before you hate? How long before you say something?
I (Miss) America — Everywhere I go, people seem to hate you. And it's not a mild dislike either - they really hate you.
Madness — Land of the free - my ass.
Beware the Touch of the Desert — I took I-80 for an hour or so, hoping to see a diner or some other wretched dive on the side of the road that I could duck into for some serious thinking and get away from the demons that so chase me these day.
The Rising Cost of Water — So my question to you people becomes: What the hell are you complaining about? Quit your bitching.
Break the Pressure — Gas prices go up $0.50. Pandemonium. Radical change is demanded. Faulty the guilty, kill the sinners. It's judgment time.
Until You Get to the Promised Land — I try to just sit there and not turn violent. That's all you can reasonably ask of me in Texas.
Left and Right in the Heart of Darkness — Tucked away beyond the thickest of jungles of the Mata Atlantica on a nice beach town with few people and plenty of surf. With few exceptions, in a place like this I'm pretty much anti-people.
En Route to Nowhere — I should have been born in the 1920's if I wanted the sky to be glamorous.
Fly Me To the Moon — This life of stability, of contentment, of perfect bliss will someday change. It may fall apart, or it may find its way to a better one.
Calm Like a Bomb — And the fear is all around us today. The air is rank with it. I hate you all and I'm moving to Rapanui.
Amsterdam
A Mild Distraction — “I've made no arrangement with the powers that be as of yet, but last weekend took me places I did not intend, and the results were, well, momentous, if nothing else.“
Sunshine Speaking — So swirl it in your mouth just enough to coat the interior of your oral cavity with the liquid gold and then open your lips and take another slight breath, stopping just before it burns to the point where your cough instinct takes over. Don't let that happen -- that's bad form and you'll look like a freshman jackass, so avoid it at all costs.
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
Nothing But Evil and Fear — The nighttime is still full of dark things, as always. All is well, in a way.
A Dutch Philosophy — Days like this, with flowers and people and football out in the open and lots of beer and laughter on the narrow streets; a talk of some elusive purpose in the air, and semantics between professions.
It Feels So Unnatural — I think this is what happens to people who move to New York for the 'New York experience'.
Where Birds Go to Die — This will be a very good week for ugly things to come out of the closet. From illegitimate babies aborted right on the supreme court bench to corrupt senators being ousted from their states like feculent rats...
Animals in the Dark — What was taking a toll on my body was a combination of stiffled desires and high levels of stress induced by the rigors of social mores in Saudi Arabia and a very serious lack of fun.
West of the East, East of the West — So I'd spent a day sailing by myself, eating ham & cheese croissant sandwiches and drinking enough red bull to keep a corpse on its toes.
Maybe I'm Crazy — And now it's 1 in the morning and I'm reduced to posting again.
The Bridge on the River IJ — Late in the evening I put on a coat and went out, looking for something that would catch my attention for a bit, make me think of something other than an unreachable horizon.
I Been Everywhere, Man — The weather goes from gloriously sunny to dark and furious, the wind sweeping the hail from the streets. And speaking of flipping out...
Kicking Edgar Allan Poe — Nothing is injured, health abounds, and I still have a full fridge and a roof over my head.
And Then There Was One — You'd think that for an apartment in the center and a decently normal flatmate with all of his teeth would attract good people so fast you'd wonder where they had all been living before.
Don't Look Now — Seemingly pointless scenes, some creepy shots of blind old ladies, a ridiculous meat cleaver, and a half hour of Donald Sutherland's hairy white ass.
Mojo Workin' at My At-a-lantic Blues — A trip explodes, friends suddenly come to visit and the craziness starts.
Musings of a Return — After all, here I am, sitting canal-side, watching boats go by with “Amsterdam“ written on their aft.
My Maiden is the Sea — It was a wasted day whose sole purpose was to be wasted.
A Dawning in Brussels — Even after driving through Gouda and about a dozen other little Dutch towns, we had no idea what kind of strange we were dealing with.
Committed to Leaving You — I gaze at the boats that drift by on the canal outside my window and I dream up the possibilities.
Livin' for Real — There are only so many power point slides from June '03 I can scroll through alone in my room before my eyes start disintegrating from ennui, pouring out of my face like the sand in a broken hourglass.
Gone Going — The thought of spending a week in a stone-walled monastery speaking Dutch with sexless women dressed in black robes and strange hats with a long ruler in one hand and a stern readiness in the other was enough to make me both pale with fear and giddy with anticipation.
Sour Night in the Drink — I lied, and I cheated, and it made me feel bad.
Kissing in Haarlem — There has been a lot of controversy regarding my recent departure from the place that has been my homeland for some time now.
Mess to Avoid — This will take some getting used to.
North Sea Speculations — It's about rum.
Bachman
A Little Bit of Noise in the Night — The Italian man in the seat in front of me was singing on about what must have been futbol to the pretty blond next to him. A dude, I think, but Italians are all very pretty.
Death By The Fear — Things are happening - crazy, bad things - and some of them have very much to do with the 6th district of Minnesota.
The Funk of Forty Thousand Years... — The American public doesn't have time for remembering the things their government broke last year and haven't fixed yet. They're too focused on what their government is breaking THIS year.
Boogie Chil'en — Could this nation be filled with people too simple to grasp more than two options for an issue?
Blues
Of smiles and roars — There are smiles here, somewhere...
A Mild Distraction — “I've made no arrangement with the powers that be as of yet, but last weekend took me places I did not intend, and the results were, well, momentous, if nothing else.“
Too Long in Beta — A falling ocean, a waterfall of plumes and sprays, with murderous roars muffled by the thick glass of the airplane windows.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
Nothing But Evil and Fear — The nighttime is still full of dark things, as always. All is well, in a way.
A Dutch Philosophy — Days like this, with flowers and people and football out in the open and lots of beer and laughter on the narrow streets; a talk of some elusive purpose in the air, and semantics between professions.
Purpose Beyond Reason — Oh, sure, all the stimulus in the world comes in when you're a professional consultant for a major software company, but you never have time to jot it down.
Uncooped and Troubled — Cold realizations and musings of consequence in the heart of an epic nor'easterly
Mojo Workin' at My At-a-lantic Blues — A trip explodes, friends suddenly come to visit and the craziness starts.
Midnight Madrid Confusion — That was where we'd walked, had a Spanish tortilla --- where it had all ended for them and started for me.
My Maiden is the Sea — It was a wasted day whose sole purpose was to be wasted.
Dear God, No — I know that for every twinkling star in my telescope's view there is a huge ball of fire light years away, melting gas into plasma and in general turning out a mess of things in the universe.
Simply, to Sleep — When I was a kid I was the last to fall asleep and the first to get up. In college it was quite the hangover that would keep me in bed past 9 on a Saturday.
Farting Around — Ed Meese and Ollie North are still running amok but with any luck, the GOP will wither into a feculent mass of shit before they finish destroying every ounce of faith Americans ever had in this country.
The Edge — Was I in LA still? Houston? Columbus? Kansas City? Orlando? Dallas? I travel so much that if I don't pay attention it all becomes a blur, especially if I drink too much - which I do.
Mature Paradox — Harsh times indeed. But they say that this too, will pass.
It Burns, Burns, Burns — Things around me loom with an eclectic blend of mutant colors and vibrant nightmares.
Ominous, No? — [deleted]
I'm ABOUT To — Here come the days in which almost everyone is culturally obligated to participate for they are the holy days, I suppose.
They All Went Along for the Ride — There's still the jazz in the background and I still have the desire to put thought to paper in defiance of the heavy eyelids that so fervently insist on closing.
This Too Has Been One of the Dark Places of the Earth — Cold, dark nights in London, despite the movement, the life of the city.
Up Front There Ought to Be a Man in Black — The absence of the familiar heat from the months past knocks over all notions of security and certainty about anything.
A Grey Stone Fixed in Memory — With the news came more rain, soft and slow as I can ever remember in this Beast of a City.
Nowhere to Go, it's Not Constantinople — A surface storm stirs me from slumber and I cannot help but stay awake and watch. But decent people are not awake at this kind of hour. It's a dangerous time for me.
Wiping Clean the Slate —

If nature were to one day be fed up with man for the obscene amounts of pollutants we toss into the mix, Cubatão would be the first place to be removed from the surface like picking a scab.
Drums in the Distance — Drums in the distance.
Reach Into My Pocket — I stick with what I see because there is nothing within those walls that I can know
Leaning Into the Afternoon — The City offers little in the sense of direction or horizon, less so at night.
En Route to Nowhere — I should have been born in the 1920's if I wanted the sky to be glamorous.
Fly Me To the Moon — This life of stability, of contentment, of perfect bliss will someday change. It may fall apart, or it may find its way to a better one.
Everybody Hurts — The oppressive chains of routine, of monotony, of normality and the gray existence to which so many people resign themselves after they get married.
Here We Go — This is the drug that will cure me of my writing apathy.
Brothers
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
You Don't Know the Power of the Dark Side — A windless quiet and complete solitude over the mighty Pacific and the California coastline - there are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
It's Just an Action Junkie's Lullaby — We conquered our past and resolved never to go back again, though we may one day do just that.
Under the Knife, I Rest — There's no need to go into the details of the fight except to say that it was a good and old-fashioned fair fight. We just happened to kick the shit out of them.
A Brief Interruption of the Jetstream — The Beautiful and Talented Planning Committee of the Winter Ball at the Japra Mahal are ready.
Cabbies
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
Still Screaming — stranded on Marathon Island with the Wolf...dark Constantinople...blurred visions in the smoke of foreign places...sleight of hand and black magic in a taxi...and speaking of thieves...
All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here — In heavy traffic I crossed the Beast, found the places, got my wares and made it back alive, successfully.
Where Have All the Monkeys Gone? — We spoke in vague terms, uncommitted and agreeable, but I left it all in the backseat.
Conquests in the Backseat — A compilation of a few hundred years of colonial history shows in the architecture but contemporary times have begun to take over the concrete jungle.
California
It's Just an Action Junkie's Lullaby — We conquered our past and resolved never to go back again, though we may one day do just that.
Campaign
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
Post Election Stress — While it's refreshing to let the politics hang for a while, I'm happy to go back to something closer to home.
What? — On a night that spanned every time zone on the planet, there was but one reaction.
Where Birds Go to Die — This will be a very good week for ugly things to come out of the closet. From illegitimate babies aborted right on the supreme court bench to corrupt senators being ousted from their states like feculent rats...
On Some Trails I Weep Soggy Tears — People will forget about the sparks and remember the embers. People will forget the facts and remember the feelings, the angst, the confusion, the fear, the uncertainty... and they will vote accordingly.
The Funk of Forty Thousand Years... — The American public doesn't have time for remembering the things their government broke last year and haven't fixed yet. They're too focused on what their government is breaking THIS year.
Elements of Hope — Abortion, National Security, Health Care, Foreign Policy, Economy, Iraq, Global Warming, The End, and other presidential debate topics...
Later We'll All be Dancin', Screaming From the Minarets — Ben Franklin was right, and I hold this truth to be self-evident: the American Public cannot be trusted with reason.
I Grow Old Where the Bottoms of My Trousers Roll — Look: this is not a case of misunderstanding. This is a case of at-odds-values.
I'd Sell You More But They Ain't None of Mine... — If the networks have the results, maybe they'll go away and bring us back some useful reporting. Or maybe they'll just go away, which is fine with me too.
Treat Her Like a Lady, and She'll Always Bring You Home — America's issue with voters isn't just the indifference caused by a large middle class that is too comfortable and therefore too complacent with the status quo. It's more complicated than that.
Who Knows? Maybe He's Not Deranged — When the talking heads have been saying the same thing for 3 days on end and can still blot out a tragic actor's death, then people must be really yearning for the promise that maybe today CNN will give them some meat.
Capoeira
Darkness With a Butterfly Knife — The darkness was so empty it held no memories - it was cold and smelled of fiends and... enemies. My chest was soaked but my skin was dry. I checked for gashes and other wounds.
It's Just an Action Junkie's Lullaby — We conquered our past and resolved never to go back again, though we may one day do just that.
Culture
Stuck in the Thoughts of the Elite — Wholly uninspired by the affluence of this place, I am forced to explain how blasé it can be.
Degeneracy
A Little Bit of Noise in the Night — The Italian man in the seat in front of me was singing on about what must have been futbol to the pretty blond next to him. A dude, I think, but Italians are all very pretty.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
Mad View From Up High — Nothing worth describing because it doesn't matter in this dream. It was just a flat expanse of grey and brown, with that weird hint of blue that happens when it's slightly overcast
The Mess in Madrid — I'm normally not a violent person but this morning I was pushed over some line for some reason; the worst part about the whole affair is how much I liked it.
Oktober Surprise — The beats were up-beat, the beer was flowing, and the sausages were wrapped in bacon.
Dream I Killed God — You may not idolize rock stars just because their technique is amazing.
Rainbow Connection — It's a question I hate to even have to address, so let's just get this over with, shall we?
Gone Going — The thought of spending a week in a stone-walled monastery speaking Dutch with sexless women dressed in black robes and strange hats with a long ruler in one hand and a stern readiness in the other was enough to make me both pale with fear and giddy with anticipation.
Sour Night in the Drink — I lied, and I cheated, and it made me feel bad.
Mess to Avoid — This will take some getting used to.
Memorial Day Massacre — I was biking out in the back roads of the hills between Moraga and Hayward, where the strange folk of the redwoods live.
It's Just an Action Junkie's Lullaby — We conquered our past and resolved never to go back again, though we may one day do just that.
Where Have All the Monkeys Gone? — We spoke in vague terms, uncommitted and agreeable, but I left it all in the backseat.
Under the Knife, I Rest — There's no need to go into the details of the fight except to say that it was a good and old-fashioned fair fight. We just happened to kick the shit out of them.
A Brief Interruption of the Jetstream — The Beautiful and Talented Planning Committee of the Winter Ball at the Japra Mahal are ready.
Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay — In other words, there is no half-assing it. There is no try. You go in, you better do it ruthlessly.
Demons
Of smiles and roars — There are smiles here, somewhere...
Too Long in Beta — A falling ocean, a waterfall of plumes and sprays, with murderous roars muffled by the thick glass of the airplane windows.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
Nothing But Evil and Fear — The nighttime is still full of dark things, as always. All is well, in a way.
A Dutch Philosophy — Days like this, with flowers and people and football out in the open and lots of beer and laughter on the narrow streets; a talk of some elusive purpose in the air, and semantics between professions.
Mad View From Up High — Nothing worth describing because it doesn't matter in this dream. It was just a flat expanse of grey and brown, with that weird hint of blue that happens when it's slightly overcast
Purpose Beyond Reason — Oh, sure, all the stimulus in the world comes in when you're a professional consultant for a major software company, but you never have time to jot it down.
Uncooped and Troubled — Cold realizations and musings of consequence in the heart of an epic nor'easterly
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
In a Time... — I had to blasphemy in three different religions - which took effort, seeing as that I never really studied any of them.
The Bridge on the River IJ — Late in the evening I put on a coat and went out, looking for something that would catch my attention for a bit, make me think of something other than an unreachable horizon.
Darkness With a Butterfly Knife — The darkness was so empty it held no memories - it was cold and smelled of fiends and... enemies. My chest was soaked but my skin was dry. I checked for gashes and other wounds.
Simply, to Sleep — When I was a kid I was the last to fall asleep and the first to get up. In college it was quite the hangover that would keep me in bed past 9 on a Saturday.
Committed to Leaving You — I gaze at the boats that drift by on the canal outside my window and I dream up the possibilities.
Livin' for Real — There are only so many power point slides from June '03 I can scroll through alone in my room before my eyes start disintegrating from ennui, pouring out of my face like the sand in a broken hourglass.
Sour Night in the Drink — I lied, and I cheated, and it made me feel bad.
Kissing in Haarlem — There has been a lot of controversy regarding my recent departure from the place that has been my homeland for some time now.
The Edge — Was I in LA still? Houston? Columbus? Kansas City? Orlando? Dallas? I travel so much that if I don't pay attention it all becomes a blur, especially if I drink too much - which I do.
Mature Paradox — Harsh times indeed. But they say that this too, will pass.
It Burns, Burns, Burns — Things around me loom with an eclectic blend of mutant colors and vibrant nightmares.
Ominous, No? — [deleted]
I'm ABOUT To — Here come the days in which almost everyone is culturally obligated to participate for they are the holy days, I suppose.
This Too Has Been One of the Dark Places of the Earth — Cold, dark nights in London, despite the movement, the life of the city.
Up Front There Ought to Be a Man in Black — The absence of the familiar heat from the months past knocks over all notions of security and certainty about anything.
Nacht Deutschland — It seems pretty silly to call something a national secret if you guard it so well that the New York Times can get their hands on it.
Beware the Touch of the Desert — I took I-80 for an hour or so, hoping to see a diner or some other wretched dive on the side of the road that I could duck into for some serious thinking and get away from the demons that so chase me these day.
Potpourri — Public transportation is the apex of culture. Here we're all going somewhere, being ourselves with no one to impress, with no act to deliver.
Disclaimer — They're just words.
Nowhere to Go, it's Not Constantinople — A surface storm stirs me from slumber and I cannot help but stay awake and watch. But decent people are not awake at this kind of hour. It's a dangerous time for me.
Driving to Futility — Questions abound over the nature of this trip, its purpose, if any exists. Is this really just another business trip that happened to be to a familiar place?
Dragon Eyes — There is a dense air over the creek, slapping any urge to leave in the face...laying on me a smack-down to stay in today.
Fly Me To the Moon — This life of stability, of contentment, of perfect bliss will someday change. It may fall apart, or it may find its way to a better one.
A Foe, Smitten — I find the demons lurking in my rapid eye movement, sinister and dark like the confusion they come to instill.
Everybody Hurts — The oppressive chains of routine, of monotony, of normality and the gray existence to which so many people resign themselves after they get married.
Desperation
You Don't Know the Power of the Dark Side — A windless quiet and complete solitude over the mighty Pacific and the California coastline - there are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Drugs
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
Mad View From Up High — Nothing worth describing because it doesn't matter in this dream. It was just a flat expanse of grey and brown, with that weird hint of blue that happens when it's slightly overcast
Mojo Workin' at My At-a-lantic Blues — A trip explodes, friends suddenly come to visit and the craziness starts.
Livin' for Real — There are only so many power point slides from June '03 I can scroll through alone in my room before my eyes start disintegrating from ennui, pouring out of my face like the sand in a broken hourglass.
Sour Night in the Drink — I lied, and I cheated, and it made me feel bad.
Mess to Avoid — This will take some getting used to.
Under the Knife, I Rest — There's no need to go into the details of the fight except to say that it was a good and old-fashioned fair fight. We just happened to kick the shit out of them.
Drumpf
The Site — It's a fresh look, based on Google's material design. The design is responsive... see? It adjusts to your mobile or tablet device, so the site looks as good on your phone as on your computer
EMT
Kicking Edgar Allan Poe — Nothing is injured, health abounds, and I still have a full fridge and a roof over my head.
Darkness With a Butterfly Knife — The darkness was so empty it held no memories - it was cold and smelled of fiends and... enemies. My chest was soaked but my skin was dry. I checked for gashes and other wounds.
Memorial Day Massacre — I was biking out in the back roads of the hills between Moraga and Hayward, where the strange folk of the redwoods live.
Economy
Maybe Nothing Should Be Serious — If healthcare, a deeply important issue that is central to the self-preservation of just about every living person is struggling to keep that attention, I wouldn't give much hope to anything less ridiculous than Scrubs...
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Oldest Cast-Iron Building — In a half-mad fury of head-turning craziness, Chris Matthews, of all the spinning, talking faces, refused to let that god-damned waterhead, Tom DeLay, get away with smooth talking nonsense.
Caught in the Rain of the Night — We'd left the lights off, the candles still burning in the dark. Cleaning things always makes me pensive and puts me in a philosophical mood. My mind drifts, and in that soft darkness, it was really going places.
How Long, oh Lord? — Even when growth is steady and prosperity seems to lurk around every bend for anyone willing to take out a mortgage being given them, there is much amiss in the world. Imagine then, what things can be like in times like these?
I'm Not a Superhero, Just a Man Who Realized his Ideas. — I don't know how well their rhetoric reflects that of the American Mass, or the Global one for that matter. It suits me, however, just fine.
Elements of Hope — Abortion, National Security, Health Care, Foreign Policy, Economy, Iraq, Global Warming, The End, and other presidential debate topics...
The Rising Cost of Water — So my question to you people becomes: What the hell are you complaining about? Quit your bitching.
Break the Pressure — Gas prices go up $0.50. Pandemonium. Radical change is demanded. Faulty the guilty, kill the sinners. It's judgment time.
Stuck in the Thoughts of the Elite — Wholly uninspired by the affluence of this place, I am forced to explain how blasé it can be.
Reach Into My Pocket — I stick with what I see because there is nothing within those walls that I can know
Calm Like a Bomb — And the fear is all around us today. The air is rank with it. I hate you all and I'm moving to Rapanui.
Elections
The Last Leaf Hanging — There is no democracy without free speech. And the price of speech just went up. A lot.
Imminent Retreat — Unless I'm much mistaken it will be lauded as a success at bipartisan health reform.
Post Election Stress — While it's refreshing to let the politics hang for a while, I'm happy to go back to something closer to home.
What? — On a night that spanned every time zone on the planet, there was but one reaction.
Where Birds Go to Die — This will be a very good week for ugly things to come out of the closet. From illegitimate babies aborted right on the supreme court bench to corrupt senators being ousted from their states like feculent rats...
Death By The Fear — Things are happening - crazy, bad things - and some of them have very much to do with the 6th district of Minnesota.
On Some Trails I Weep Soggy Tears — People will forget about the sparks and remember the embers. People will forget the facts and remember the feelings, the angst, the confusion, the fear, the uncertainty... and they will vote accordingly.
The Funk of Forty Thousand Years... — The American public doesn't have time for remembering the things their government broke last year and haven't fixed yet. They're too focused on what their government is breaking THIS year.
Boogie Chil'en — Could this nation be filled with people too simple to grasp more than two options for an issue?
Elements of Hope — Abortion, National Security, Health Care, Foreign Policy, Economy, Iraq, Global Warming, The End, and other presidential debate topics...
Later We'll All be Dancin', Screaming From the Minarets — Ben Franklin was right, and I hold this truth to be self-evident: the American Public cannot be trusted with reason.
West of the East, East of the West — So I'd spent a day sailing by myself, eating ham & cheese croissant sandwiches and drinking enough red bull to keep a corpse on its toes.
I Grow Old Where the Bottoms of My Trousers Roll — Look: this is not a case of misunderstanding. This is a case of at-odds-values.
I'd Sell You More But They Ain't None of Mine... — If the networks have the results, maybe they'll go away and bring us back some useful reporting. Or maybe they'll just go away, which is fine with me too.
Treat Her Like a Lady, and She'll Always Bring You Home — America's issue with voters isn't just the indifference caused by a large middle class that is too comfortable and therefore too complacent with the status quo. It's more complicated than that.
Who Knows? Maybe He's Not Deranged — When the talking heads have been saying the same thing for 3 days on end and can still blot out a tragic actor's death, then people must be really yearning for the promise that maybe today CNN will give them some meat.
Know Your Enemy — How long will you let it go unchallenged? How long before you hate? How long before you say something?
Too Close for Missiles — Back from a euro-escapade that made sense in a way things simply haven't for a while.
Nacht Deutschland — It seems pretty silly to call something a national secret if you guard it so well that the New York Times can get their hands on it.
The Rising Cost of Water — So my question to you people becomes: What the hell are you complaining about? Quit your bitching.
Calm Like a Bomb — And the fear is all around us today. The air is rank with it. I hate you all and I'm moving to Rapanui.
Escape
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
There Are No Jokes — When I said 'comedian', I certainly wasn't thinking of the House of Representatives as a Monday night comedy club.
Ugly Notions of The Grid — It used to be that you could tell how much a person travels for work by their mileage accounts, or their hotel points, or if all else failed, the wrinkles and bags under their red, sloppy eyes.
Uncooped and Troubled — Cold realizations and musings of consequence in the heart of an epic nor'easterly
In a Time... — I had to blasphemy in three different religions - which took effort, seeing as that I never really studied any of them.
Musings of a Return — After all, here I am, sitting canal-side, watching boats go by with “Amsterdam“ written on their aft.
Another Teaser — There are tales in the works, real stories that have been my adventures and will soon be your fantasies.
The Mess in Madrid — I'm normally not a violent person but this morning I was pushed over some line for some reason; the worst part about the whole affair is how much I liked it.
Midnight Madrid Confusion — That was where we'd walked, had a Spanish tortilla --- where it had all ended for them and started for me.
Oktober Surprise — The beats were up-beat, the beer was flowing, and the sausages were wrapped in bacon.
Dear God, No — I know that for every twinkling star in my telescope's view there is a huge ball of fire light years away, melting gas into plasma and in general turning out a mess of things in the universe.
A Spanish Hand in the Mix — It's naar impossible to find a hotel in this city. But you know me, readers - I'm unstoppable.
That's Me in the Corner — I'm so glad that captain cuckoo bananas didn't make any decisions concerning Iraq while drinking, eh? That could've impaired his judgment and wouldn't that have been disastrous?
A Dawning in Brussels — Even after driving through Gouda and about a dozen other little Dutch towns, we had no idea what kind of strange we were dealing with.
Committed to Leaving You — I gaze at the boats that drift by on the canal outside my window and I dream up the possibilities.
Livin' for Real — There are only so many power point slides from June '03 I can scroll through alone in my room before my eyes start disintegrating from ennui, pouring out of my face like the sand in a broken hourglass.
I Believe in So Many Things That it's Worthless — They say nature abhors a vacuum but I'm still trying to figure out what this place is filled with besides empty hotel lots and corporate parks.
Letter to My Editor — I've tried all the usual tricks of the writing trade --- profuse amounts of alcohol, wandering around on public transportation and sleep deprivation.
It's Just an Action Junkie's Lullaby — We conquered our past and resolved never to go back again, though we may one day do just that.
Too Close for Missiles — Back from a euro-escapade that made sense in a way things simply haven't for a while.
This Too Has Been One of the Dark Places of the Earth — Cold, dark nights in London, despite the movement, the life of the city.
Up Front There Ought to Be a Man in Black — The absence of the familiar heat from the months past knocks over all notions of security and certainty about anything.
BA Days — With Paraguay safely behind me and Argentina ahead, I had fewer things to deal with but I was still in a bad place. Eventually though, all clocks run down. All games end.
If I'm Not Back Again This Time Tomorrow — By the time we were done we would have traveled roughly 25,000 kilometers, more than half way around the world.
Beware the Touch of the Desert — I took I-80 for an hour or so, hoping to see a diner or some other wretched dive on the side of the road that I could duck into for some serious thinking and get away from the demons that so chase me these day.
All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here — In heavy traffic I crossed the Beast, found the places, got my wares and made it back alive, successfully.
Left and Right in the Heart of Darkness — Tucked away beyond the thickest of jungles of the Mata Atlantica on a nice beach town with few people and plenty of surf. With few exceptions, in a place like this I'm pretty much anti-people.
Nowhere to Go, it's Not Constantinople — A surface storm stirs me from slumber and I cannot help but stay awake and watch. But decent people are not awake at this kind of hour. It's a dangerous time for me.
Stuttering in the Dark — It's time we consider the possibilities looming on the horizon because we know they will drop below it like a sinking ship if enough time goes by.
Here We Go — This is the drug that will cure me of my writing apathy.
Europe
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
A Dutch Philosophy — Days like this, with flowers and people and football out in the open and lots of beer and laughter on the narrow streets; a talk of some elusive purpose in the air, and semantics between professions.
It Feels So Unnatural — I think this is what happens to people who move to New York for the 'New York experience'.
On Some Trails I Weep Soggy Tears — People will forget about the sparks and remember the embers. People will forget the facts and remember the feelings, the angst, the confusion, the fear, the uncertainty... and they will vote accordingly.
West of the East, East of the West — So I'd spent a day sailing by myself, eating ham & cheese croissant sandwiches and drinking enough red bull to keep a corpse on its toes.
Musings of a Return — After all, here I am, sitting canal-side, watching boats go by with “Amsterdam“ written on their aft.
Midnight Madrid Confusion — That was where we'd walked, had a Spanish tortilla --- where it had all ended for them and started for me.
Oktober Surprise — The beats were up-beat, the beer was flowing, and the sausages were wrapped in bacon.
Glad to Be Home — Too many beers that some Australian kid bought, zee Germans were not coming through, and the ladies from Seattle simply didn't have that kind of zazz.
Holy Wonderings — All I ask for are some steaming hot coeds and a vodka martini - is that really too much to ask?
That's Me in the Corner — I'm so glad that captain cuckoo bananas didn't make any decisions concerning Iraq while drinking, eh? That could've impaired his judgment and wouldn't that have been disastrous?
A Dawning in Brussels — Even after driving through Gouda and about a dozen other little Dutch towns, we had no idea what kind of strange we were dealing with.
Committed to Leaving You — I gaze at the boats that drift by on the canal outside my window and I dream up the possibilities.
You Don't Know the Power of the Dark Side — A windless quiet and complete solitude over the mighty Pacific and the California coastline - there are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Too Close for Missiles — Back from a euro-escapade that made sense in a way things simply haven't for a while.
They All Went Along for the Ride — There's still the jazz in the background and I still have the desire to put thought to paper in defiance of the heavy eyelids that so fervently insist on closing.
Fly Me To the Moon — This life of stability, of contentment, of perfect bliss will someday change. It may fall apart, or it may find its way to a better one.
Stuttering in the Dark — It's time we consider the possibilities looming on the horizon because we know they will drop below it like a sinking ship if enough time goes by.
Family
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Fear and Loathing
The Last Leaf Hanging — There is no democracy without free speech. And the price of speech just went up. A lot.
Imminent Retreat — Unless I'm much mistaken it will be lauded as a success at bipartisan health reform.
Sunshine Speaking — So swirl it in your mouth just enough to coat the interior of your oral cavity with the liquid gold and then open your lips and take another slight breath, stopping just before it burns to the point where your cough instinct takes over. Don't let that happen -- that's bad form and you'll look like a freshman jackass, so avoid it at all costs.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
Nothing But Evil and Fear — The nighttime is still full of dark things, as always. All is well, in a way.
The Oldest Cast-Iron Building — In a half-mad fury of head-turning craziness, Chris Matthews, of all the spinning, talking faces, refused to let that god-damned waterhead, Tom DeLay, get away with smooth talking nonsense.
One for Red, Two for White — In New York people bend to the will of public transit. I knew I was already late when I got to the bus stop, but I wasn't worried; my friends could stand to have another beer. And besides, they understand that in this city people need to be lenient when it comes to punctuality.
There Are No Jokes — When I said 'comedian', I certainly wasn't thinking of the House of Representatives as a Monday night comedy club.
How Long, oh Lord? — Even when growth is steady and prosperity seems to lurk around every bend for anyone willing to take out a mortgage being given them, there is much amiss in the world. Imagine then, what things can be like in times like these?
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
On Some Trails I Weep Soggy Tears — People will forget about the sparks and remember the embers. People will forget the facts and remember the feelings, the angst, the confusion, the fear, the uncertainty... and they will vote accordingly.
The Funk of Forty Thousand Years... — The American public doesn't have time for remembering the things their government broke last year and haven't fixed yet. They're too focused on what their government is breaking THIS year.
I'm Not a Superhero, Just a Man Who Realized his Ideas. — I don't know how well their rhetoric reflects that of the American Mass, or the Global one for that matter. It suits me, however, just fine.
Boogie Chil'en — Could this nation be filled with people too simple to grasp more than two options for an issue?
Later We'll All be Dancin', Screaming From the Minarets — Ben Franklin was right, and I hold this truth to be self-evident: the American Public cannot be trusted with reason.
West of the East, East of the West — So I'd spent a day sailing by myself, eating ham & cheese croissant sandwiches and drinking enough red bull to keep a corpse on its toes.
If We All Were to Die Now, Well, it Wouldn't be That Bad — The question is never answered, Mukasey is given reign to spit talking points, and the ever-shrinking size of Arlen Specter's balls.
I'd Sell You More But They Ain't None of Mine... — If the networks have the results, maybe they'll go away and bring us back some useful reporting. Or maybe they'll just go away, which is fine with me too.
Treat Her Like a Lady, and She'll Always Bring You Home — America's issue with voters isn't just the indifference caused by a large middle class that is too comfortable and therefore too complacent with the status quo. It's more complicated than that.
Who Knows? Maybe He's Not Deranged — When the talking heads have been saying the same thing for 3 days on end and can still blot out a tragic actor's death, then people must be really yearning for the promise that maybe today CNN will give them some meat.
More Vegetables — Benazir Bhutto's return to Pakistan, Ahmadinejad vs. Cheney, General Petreus, Trevor's Blog, a couple of retards on CNN and a shirt debacle --- it was quite a week.
Darkness With a Butterfly Knife — The darkness was so empty it held no memories - it was cold and smelled of fiends and... enemies. My chest was soaked but my skin was dry. I checked for gashes and other wounds.
Dear God, No — I know that for every twinkling star in my telescope's view there is a huge ball of fire light years away, melting gas into plasma and in general turning out a mess of things in the universe.
That's Me in the Corner — I'm so glad that captain cuckoo bananas didn't make any decisions concerning Iraq while drinking, eh? That could've impaired his judgment and wouldn't that have been disastrous?
Know Your Enemy — How long will you let it go unchallenged? How long before you hate? How long before you say something?
I (Miss) America — Everywhere I go, people seem to hate you. And it's not a mild dislike either - they really hate you.
Committed to Leaving You — I gaze at the boats that drift by on the canal outside my window and I dream up the possibilities.
Sour Night in the Drink — I lied, and I cheated, and it made me feel bad.
The Red Tape is Stained With Blood — An accident on interstate 880 at the MacArthur Maze; a chance for the local channels to show their merit, to report what happened and to give us information alongside a captivating story. You know - journalism.
Farting Around — Ed Meese and Ollie North are still running amok but with any luck, the GOP will wither into a feculent mass of shit before they finish destroying every ounce of faith Americans ever had in this country.
Gallivanting
A Mild Distraction — “I've made no arrangement with the powers that be as of yet, but last weekend took me places I did not intend, and the results were, well, momentous, if nothing else.“
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
Nothing But Evil and Fear — The nighttime is still full of dark things, as always. All is well, in a way.
There Are No Jokes — When I said 'comedian', I certainly wasn't thinking of the House of Representatives as a Monday night comedy club.
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
Livin' for Real — There are only so many power point slides from June '03 I can scroll through alone in my room before my eyes start disintegrating from ennui, pouring out of my face like the sand in a broken hourglass.
Too Close for Missiles — Back from a euro-escapade that made sense in a way things simply haven't for a while.
They All Went Along for the Ride — There's still the jazz in the background and I still have the desire to put thought to paper in defiance of the heavy eyelids that so fervently insist on closing.
Up Front There Ought to Be a Man in Black — The absence of the familiar heat from the months past knocks over all notions of security and certainty about anything.
BA Days — With Paraguay safely behind me and Argentina ahead, I had fewer things to deal with but I was still in a bad place. Eventually though, all clocks run down. All games end.
All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here — In heavy traffic I crossed the Beast, found the places, got my wares and made it back alive, successfully.
Driving to Futility — Questions abound over the nature of this trip, its purpose, if any exists. Is this really just another business trip that happened to be to a familiar place?
En Route to Nowhere — I should have been born in the 1920's if I wanted the sky to be glamorous.
Fly Me To the Moon — This life of stability, of contentment, of perfect bliss will someday change. It may fall apart, or it may find its way to a better one.
A Foe, Smitten — I find the demons lurking in my rapid eye movement, sinister and dark like the confusion they come to instill.
Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay — In other words, there is no half-assing it. There is no try. You go in, you better do it ruthlessly.
Gonzo
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
Governator
The Red Tape is Stained With Blood — An accident on interstate 880 at the MacArthur Maze; a chance for the local channels to show their merit, to report what happened and to give us information alongside a captivating story. You know - journalism.
HST
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
Health
Memorial Day Massacre — I was biking out in the back roads of the hills between Moraga and Hayward, where the strange folk of the redwoods live.
Health Care
Imminent Retreat — Unless I'm much mistaken it will be lauded as a success at bipartisan health reform.
Holidays
Soul to Steal — But, seriously - don't get me wrong. I like Christmas. It's just that...
Hotels & Hostels
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
Purpose Beyond Reason — Oh, sure, all the stimulus in the world comes in when you're a professional consultant for a major software company, but you never have time to jot it down.
Ugly Notions of The Grid — It used to be that you could tell how much a person travels for work by their mileage accounts, or their hotel points, or if all else failed, the wrinkles and bags under their red, sloppy eyes.
Glad to Be Home — Too many beers that some Australian kid bought, zee Germans were not coming through, and the ladies from Seattle simply didn't have that kind of zazz.
A Spanish Hand in the Mix — It's naar impossible to find a hotel in this city. But you know me, readers - I'm unstoppable.
A Dawning in Brussels — Even after driving through Gouda and about a dozen other little Dutch towns, we had no idea what kind of strange we were dealing with.
I Believe in So Many Things That it's Worthless — They say nature abhors a vacuum but I'm still trying to figure out what this place is filled with besides empty hotel lots and corporate parks.
The Edge — Was I in LA still? Houston? Columbus? Kansas City? Orlando? Dallas? I travel so much that if I don't pay attention it all becomes a blur, especially if I drink too much - which I do.
Nacht Deutschland — It seems pretty silly to call something a national secret if you guard it so well that the New York Times can get their hands on it.
Left and Right in the Heart of Darkness — Tucked away beyond the thickest of jungles of the Mata Atlantica on a nice beach town with few people and plenty of surf. With few exceptions, in a place like this I'm pretty much anti-people.
Stuck in the Thoughts of the Elite — Wholly uninspired by the affluence of this place, I am forced to explain how blasé it can be.
Housing
It Feels So Unnatural — I think this is what happens to people who move to New York for the 'New York experience'.
And Then There Was One — You'd think that for an apartment in the center and a decently normal flatmate with all of his teeth would attract good people so fast you'd wonder where they had all been living before.
Don't Look Now — Seemingly pointless scenes, some creepy shots of blind old ladies, a ridiculous meat cleaver, and a half hour of Donald Sutherland's hairy white ass.
Livin' for Real — There are only so many power point slides from June '03 I can scroll through alone in my room before my eyes start disintegrating from ennui, pouring out of my face like the sand in a broken hourglass.
Kissing in Haarlem — There has been a lot of controversy regarding my recent departure from the place that has been my homeland for some time now.
Istanbul
Still Screaming — stranded on Marathon Island with the Wolf...dark Constantinople...blurred visions in the smoke of foreign places...sleight of hand and black magic in a taxi...and speaking of thieves...
Jerks & Idiots
Tulsa — The gig was so typical that it took no effort at all
A Mild Distraction — “I've made no arrangement with the powers that be as of yet, but last weekend took me places I did not intend, and the results were, well, momentous, if nothing else.“
A Little Bit of Noise in the Night — The Italian man in the seat in front of me was singing on about what must have been futbol to the pretty blond next to him. A dude, I think, but Italians are all very pretty.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
One for Red, Two for White — In New York people bend to the will of public transit. I knew I was already late when I got to the bus stop, but I wasn't worried; my friends could stand to have another beer. And besides, they understand that in this city people need to be lenient when it comes to punctuality.
Purpose Beyond Reason — Oh, sure, all the stimulus in the world comes in when you're a professional consultant for a major software company, but you never have time to jot it down.
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
Stuck in the Thoughts of the Elite — Wholly uninspired by the affluence of this place, I am forced to explain how blasé it can be.
Leaning Into the Afternoon — The City offers little in the sense of direction or horizon, less so at night.
Calm Like a Bomb — And the fear is all around us today. The air is rank with it. I hate you all and I'm moving to Rapanui.
A Brief Interruption of the Jetstream — The Beautiful and Talented Planning Committee of the Winter Ball at the Japra Mahal are ready.
Jon Stewart
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A Little Bit of Noise in the Night — The Italian man in the seat in front of me was singing on about what must have been futbol to the pretty blond next to him. A dude, I think, but Italians are all very pretty.
Caught in the Rain of the Night — We'd left the lights off, the candles still burning in the dark. Cleaning things always makes me pensive and puts me in a philosophical mood. My mind drifts, and in that soft darkness, it was really going places.
How Long, oh Lord? — Even when growth is steady and prosperity seems to lurk around every bend for anyone willing to take out a mortgage being given them, there is much amiss in the world. Imagine then, what things can be like in times like these?
LA
You Don't Know the Power of the Dark Side — A windless quiet and complete solitude over the mighty Pacific and the California coastline - there are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Life
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Of smiles and roars — There are smiles here, somewhere...
Tulsa — The gig was so typical that it took no effort at all
A Mild Distraction — “I've made no arrangement with the powers that be as of yet, but last weekend took me places I did not intend, and the results were, well, momentous, if nothing else.“
Too Long in Beta — A falling ocean, a waterfall of plumes and sprays, with murderous roars muffled by the thick glass of the airplane windows.
Maybe Nothing Should Be Serious — If healthcare, a deeply important issue that is central to the self-preservation of just about every living person is struggling to keep that attention, I wouldn't give much hope to anything less ridiculous than Scrubs...
Sunshine Speaking — So swirl it in your mouth just enough to coat the interior of your oral cavity with the liquid gold and then open your lips and take another slight breath, stopping just before it burns to the point where your cough instinct takes over. Don't let that happen -- that's bad form and you'll look like a freshman jackass, so avoid it at all costs.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
Nothing But Evil and Fear — The nighttime is still full of dark things, as always. All is well, in a way.
A Dutch Philosophy — Days like this, with flowers and people and football out in the open and lots of beer and laughter on the narrow streets; a talk of some elusive purpose in the air, and semantics between professions.
One for Red, Two for White — In New York people bend to the will of public transit. I knew I was already late when I got to the bus stop, but I wasn't worried; my friends could stand to have another beer. And besides, they understand that in this city people need to be lenient when it comes to punctuality.
Mad View From Up High — Nothing worth describing because it doesn't matter in this dream. It was just a flat expanse of grey and brown, with that weird hint of blue that happens when it's slightly overcast
Caught in the Rain of the Night — We'd left the lights off, the candles still burning in the dark. Cleaning things always makes me pensive and puts me in a philosophical mood. My mind drifts, and in that soft darkness, it was really going places.
Purpose Beyond Reason — Oh, sure, all the stimulus in the world comes in when you're a professional consultant for a major software company, but you never have time to jot it down.
Uncooped and Troubled — Cold realizations and musings of consequence in the heart of an epic nor'easterly
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
Maybe I'm Crazy — And now it's 1 in the morning and I'm reduced to posting again.
The newsmen know what they know — I want to make sure you know what you're getting into if you're serious about this madness of moving to New York City.
Kicking Edgar Allan Poe — Nothing is injured, health abounds, and I still have a full fridge and a roof over my head.
Mojo Workin' at My At-a-lantic Blues — A trip explodes, friends suddenly come to visit and the craziness starts.
Musings of a Return — After all, here I am, sitting canal-side, watching boats go by with “Amsterdam“ written on their aft.
My Maiden is the Sea — It was a wasted day whose sole purpose was to be wasted.
Dear God, No — I know that for every twinkling star in my telescope's view there is a huge ball of fire light years away, melting gas into plasma and in general turning out a mess of things in the universe.
Rainbow Connection — It's a question I hate to even have to address, so let's just get this over with, shall we?
A Dawning in Brussels — Even after driving through Gouda and about a dozen other little Dutch towns, we had no idea what kind of strange we were dealing with.
Committed to Leaving You — I gaze at the boats that drift by on the canal outside my window and I dream up the possibilities.
Mess to Avoid — This will take some getting used to.
You Don't Know the Power of the Dark Side — A windless quiet and complete solitude over the mighty Pacific and the California coastline - there are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
It's Just an Action Junkie's Lullaby — We conquered our past and resolved never to go back again, though we may one day do just that.
The Edge — Was I in LA still? Houston? Columbus? Kansas City? Orlando? Dallas? I travel so much that if I don't pay attention it all becomes a blur, especially if I drink too much - which I do.
Mature Paradox — Harsh times indeed. But they say that this too, will pass.
It Burns, Burns, Burns — Things around me loom with an eclectic blend of mutant colors and vibrant nightmares.
Ominous, No? — [deleted]
I'm ABOUT To — Here come the days in which almost everyone is culturally obligated to participate for they are the holy days, I suppose.
Too Close for Missiles — Back from a euro-escapade that made sense in a way things simply haven't for a while.
They All Went Along for the Ride — There's still the jazz in the background and I still have the desire to put thought to paper in defiance of the heavy eyelids that so fervently insist on closing.
This Too Has Been One of the Dark Places of the Earth — Cold, dark nights in London, despite the movement, the life of the city.
Up Front There Ought to Be a Man in Black — The absence of the familiar heat from the months past knocks over all notions of security and certainty about anything.
Nacht Deutschland — It seems pretty silly to call something a national secret if you guard it so well that the New York Times can get their hands on it.
BA Days — With Paraguay safely behind me and Argentina ahead, I had fewer things to deal with but I was still in a bad place. Eventually though, all clocks run down. All games end.
If I'm Not Back Again This Time Tomorrow — By the time we were done we would have traveled roughly 25,000 kilometers, more than half way around the world.
Beware the Touch of the Desert — I took I-80 for an hour or so, hoping to see a diner or some other wretched dive on the side of the road that I could duck into for some serious thinking and get away from the demons that so chase me these day.
Potpourri — Public transportation is the apex of culture. Here we're all going somewhere, being ourselves with no one to impress, with no act to deliver.
A Grey Stone Fixed in Memory — With the news came more rain, soft and slow as I can ever remember in this Beast of a City.
Driving to Futility — Questions abound over the nature of this trip, its purpose, if any exists. Is this really just another business trip that happened to be to a familiar place?
Drums in the Distance — Drums in the distance.
Conquests in the Backseat — A compilation of a few hundred years of colonial history shows in the architecture but contemporary times have begun to take over the concrete jungle.
Reach Into My Pocket — I stick with what I see because there is nothing within those walls that I can know
A Road to Conquer — For the first time, though, the city doesn't seem so ugly, so hopelessly destroyed.
Dragon Eyes — There is a dense air over the creek, slapping any urge to leave in the face...laying on me a smack-down to stay in today.
A Foe, Smitten — I find the demons lurking in my rapid eye movement, sinister and dark like the confusion they come to instill.
Everybody Hurts — The oppressive chains of routine, of monotony, of normality and the gray existence to which so many people resign themselves after they get married.
Turn Green At the Light — For god's sake, drink something else. You smell terrible!
Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay — In other words, there is no half-assing it. There is no try. You go in, you better do it ruthlessly.
Stuttering in the Dark — It's time we consider the possibilities looming on the horizon because we know they will drop below it like a sinking ship if enough time goes by.
Here We Go — This is the drug that will cure me of my writing apathy.
Literature
Gone Going — The thought of spending a week in a stone-walled monastery speaking Dutch with sexless women dressed in black robes and strange hats with a long ruler in one hand and a stern readiness in the other was enough to make me both pale with fear and giddy with anticipation.
McCain
The Funk of Forty Thousand Years... — The American public doesn't have time for remembering the things their government broke last year and haven't fixed yet. They're too focused on what their government is breaking THIS year.
Elements of Hope — Abortion, National Security, Health Care, Foreign Policy, Economy, Iraq, Global Warming, The End, and other presidential debate topics...
I Grow Old Where the Bottoms of My Trousers Roll — Look: this is not a case of misunderstanding. This is a case of at-odds-values.
I'd Sell You More But They Ain't None of Mine... — If the networks have the results, maybe they'll go away and bring us back some useful reporting. Or maybe they'll just go away, which is fine with me too.
New York
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
One for Red, Two for White — In New York people bend to the will of public transit. I knew I was already late when I got to the bus stop, but I wasn't worried; my friends could stand to have another beer. And besides, they understand that in this city people need to be lenient when it comes to punctuality.
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
It Feels So Unnatural — I think this is what happens to people who move to New York for the 'New York experience'.
The newsmen know what they know — I want to make sure you know what you're getting into if you're serious about this madness of moving to New York City.
I Am the White Powder Disolving in Your Drink — Scarlet was the kind of girl that you loved because there was no way to NOT love her.
Committed to Leaving You — I gaze at the boats that drift by on the canal outside my window and I dream up the possibilities.
New Zealand
You Don't Know the Power of the Dark Side — A windless quiet and complete solitude over the mighty Pacific and the California coastline - there are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Obama
Imminent Retreat — Unless I'm much mistaken it will be lauded as a success at bipartisan health reform.
The Oldest Cast-Iron Building — In a half-mad fury of head-turning craziness, Chris Matthews, of all the spinning, talking faces, refused to let that god-damned waterhead, Tom DeLay, get away with smooth talking nonsense.
What? — On a night that spanned every time zone on the planet, there was but one reaction.
The Funk of Forty Thousand Years... — The American public doesn't have time for remembering the things their government broke last year and haven't fixed yet. They're too focused on what their government is breaking THIS year.
Elements of Hope — Abortion, National Security, Health Care, Foreign Policy, Economy, Iraq, Global Warming, The End, and other presidential debate topics...
I Grow Old Where the Bottoms of My Trousers Roll — Look: this is not a case of misunderstanding. This is a case of at-odds-values.
I'd Sell You More But They Ain't None of Mine... — If the networks have the results, maybe they'll go away and bring us back some useful reporting. Or maybe they'll just go away, which is fine with me too.
Who Knows? Maybe He's Not Deranged — When the talking heads have been saying the same thing for 3 days on end and can still blot out a tragic actor's death, then people must be really yearning for the promise that maybe today CNN will give them some meat.
Pirates
North Sea Speculations — It's about rum.
Prostitutes
Where Birds Go to Die — This will be a very good week for ugly things to come out of the closet. From illegitimate babies aborted right on the supreme court bench to corrupt senators being ousted from their states like feculent rats...
The Bridge on the River IJ — Late in the evening I put on a coat and went out, looking for something that would catch my attention for a bit, make me think of something other than an unreachable horizon.
I Been Everywhere, Man — The weather goes from gloriously sunny to dark and furious, the wind sweeping the hail from the streets. And speaking of flipping out...
Committed to Leaving You — I gaze at the boats that drift by on the canal outside my window and I dream up the possibilities.
Livin' for Real — There are only so many power point slides from June '03 I can scroll through alone in my room before my eyes start disintegrating from ennui, pouring out of my face like the sand in a broken hourglass.
Mess to Avoid — This will take some getting used to.
The Red Tape is Stained With Blood — An accident on interstate 880 at the MacArthur Maze; a chance for the local channels to show their merit, to report what happened and to give us information alongside a captivating story. You know - journalism.
A Brief Interruption of the Jetstream — The Beautiful and Talented Planning Committee of the Winter Ball at the Japra Mahal are ready.
REM
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
Darkness With a Butterfly Knife — The darkness was so empty it held no memories - it was cold and smelled of fiends and... enemies. My chest was soaked but my skin was dry. I checked for gashes and other wounds.
Dragon Eyes — There is a dense air over the creek, slapping any urge to leave in the face...laying on me a smack-down to stay in today.
A Foe, Smitten — I find the demons lurking in my rapid eye movement, sinister and dark like the confusion they come to instill.
Religion
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
The Bridge on the River IJ — Late in the evening I put on a coat and went out, looking for something that would catch my attention for a bit, make me think of something other than an unreachable horizon.
Holy Wonderings — All I ask for are some steaming hot coeds and a vodka martini - is that really too much to ask?
Dream I Killed God — You may not idolize rock stars just because their technique is amazing.
That's Me in the Corner — I'm so glad that captain cuckoo bananas didn't make any decisions concerning Iraq while drinking, eh? That could've impaired his judgment and wouldn't that have been disastrous?
I (Miss) America — Everywhere I go, people seem to hate you. And it's not a mild dislike either - they really hate you.
Gone Going — The thought of spending a week in a stone-walled monastery speaking Dutch with sexless women dressed in black robes and strange hats with a long ruler in one hand and a stern readiness in the other was enough to make me both pale with fear and giddy with anticipation.
Until You Get to the Promised Land — I try to just sit there and not turn violent. That's all you can reasonably ask of me in Texas.
Reviews
Don't Look Now — Seemingly pointless scenes, some creepy shots of blind old ladies, a ridiculous meat cleaver, and a half hour of Donald Sutherland's hairy white ass.
A Spanish Hand in the Mix — It's naar impossible to find a hotel in this city. But you know me, readers - I'm unstoppable.
Romance
I Am the White Powder Disolving in Your Drink — Scarlet was the kind of girl that you loved because there was no way to NOT love her.
Committed to Leaving You — I gaze at the boats that drift by on the canal outside my window and I dream up the possibilities.
Sailing
Tulsa — The gig was so typical that it took no effort at all
Saudi Arabia
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
Ugly Notions of The Grid — It used to be that you could tell how much a person travels for work by their mileage accounts, or their hotel points, or if all else failed, the wrinkles and bags under their red, sloppy eyes.
Animals in the Dark — What was taking a toll on my body was a combination of stiffled desires and high levels of stress induced by the rigors of social mores in Saudi Arabia and a very serious lack of fun.
In a Time... — I had to blasphemy in three different religions - which took effort, seeing as that I never really studied any of them.
The Rising Cost of Water — So my question to you people becomes: What the hell are you complaining about? Quit your bitching.
Security
Ugly Notions of The Grid — It used to be that you could tell how much a person travels for work by their mileage accounts, or their hotel points, or if all else failed, the wrinkles and bags under their red, sloppy eyes.
Elements of Hope — Abortion, National Security, Health Care, Foreign Policy, Economy, Iraq, Global Warming, The End, and other presidential debate topics...
If We All Were to Die Now, Well, it Wouldn't be That Bad — The question is never answered, Mukasey is given reign to spit talking points, and the ever-shrinking size of Arlen Specter's balls.
The Mess in Madrid — I'm normally not a violent person but this morning I was pushed over some line for some reason; the worst part about the whole affair is how much I liked it.
I (Miss) America — Everywhere I go, people seem to hate you. And it's not a mild dislike either - they really hate you.
Madness — Land of the free - my ass.
Stuck in the Thoughts of the Elite — Wholly uninspired by the affluence of this place, I am forced to explain how blasé it can be.
Calm Like a Bomb — And the fear is all around us today. The air is rank with it. I hate you all and I'm moving to Rapanui.
Sleep
A Little Bit of Noise in the Night — The Italian man in the seat in front of me was singing on about what must have been futbol to the pretty blond next to him. A dude, I think, but Italians are all very pretty.
Sunshine Speaking — So swirl it in your mouth just enough to coat the interior of your oral cavity with the liquid gold and then open your lips and take another slight breath, stopping just before it burns to the point where your cough instinct takes over. Don't let that happen -- that's bad form and you'll look like a freshman jackass, so avoid it at all costs.
Mad View From Up High — Nothing worth describing because it doesn't matter in this dream. It was just a flat expanse of grey and brown, with that weird hint of blue that happens when it's slightly overcast
Maybe I'm Crazy — And now it's 1 in the morning and I'm reduced to posting again.
The Bridge on the River IJ — Late in the evening I put on a coat and went out, looking for something that would catch my attention for a bit, make me think of something other than an unreachable horizon.
The newsmen know what they know — I want to make sure you know what you're getting into if you're serious about this madness of moving to New York City.
Don't Look Now — Seemingly pointless scenes, some creepy shots of blind old ladies, a ridiculous meat cleaver, and a half hour of Donald Sutherland's hairy white ass.
The Mess in Madrid — I'm normally not a violent person but this morning I was pushed over some line for some reason; the worst part about the whole affair is how much I liked it.
Midnight Madrid Confusion — That was where we'd walked, had a Spanish tortilla --- where it had all ended for them and started for me.
Darkness With a Butterfly Knife — The darkness was so empty it held no memories - it was cold and smelled of fiends and... enemies. My chest was soaked but my skin was dry. I checked for gashes and other wounds.
Simply, to Sleep — When I was a kid I was the last to fall asleep and the first to get up. In college it was quite the hangover that would keep me in bed past 9 on a Saturday.
I Believe in So Many Things That it's Worthless — They say nature abhors a vacuum but I'm still trying to figure out what this place is filled with besides empty hotel lots and corporate parks.
They All Went Along for the Ride — There's still the jazz in the background and I still have the desire to put thought to paper in defiance of the heavy eyelids that so fervently insist on closing.
This Too Has Been One of the Dark Places of the Earth — Cold, dark nights in London, despite the movement, the life of the city.
BA Days — With Paraguay safely behind me and Argentina ahead, I had fewer things to deal with but I was still in a bad place. Eventually though, all clocks run down. All games end.
If I'm Not Back Again This Time Tomorrow — By the time we were done we would have traveled roughly 25,000 kilometers, more than half way around the world.
A Grey Stone Fixed in Memory — With the news came more rain, soft and slow as I can ever remember in this Beast of a City.
Nowhere to Go, it's Not Constantinople — A surface storm stirs me from slumber and I cannot help but stay awake and watch. But decent people are not awake at this kind of hour. It's a dangerous time for me.
Under the Knife, I Rest — There's no need to go into the details of the fight except to say that it was a good and old-fashioned fair fight. We just happened to kick the shit out of them.
Solitude
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
The Bridge on the River IJ — Late in the evening I put on a coat and went out, looking for something that would catch my attention for a bit, make me think of something other than an unreachable horizon.
Musings of a Return — After all, here I am, sitting canal-side, watching boats go by with “Amsterdam“ written on their aft.
Midnight Madrid Confusion — That was where we'd walked, had a Spanish tortilla --- where it had all ended for them and started for me.
My Maiden is the Sea — It was a wasted day whose sole purpose was to be wasted.
Holy Wonderings — All I ask for are some steaming hot coeds and a vodka martini - is that really too much to ask?
Simply, to Sleep — When I was a kid I was the last to fall asleep and the first to get up. In college it was quite the hangover that would keep me in bed past 9 on a Saturday.
Rainbow Connection — It's a question I hate to even have to address, so let's just get this over with, shall we?
Sour Night in the Drink — I lied, and I cheated, and it made me feel bad.
The Edge — Was I in LA still? Houston? Columbus? Kansas City? Orlando? Dallas? I travel so much that if I don't pay attention it all becomes a blur, especially if I drink too much - which I do.
Mature Paradox — Harsh times indeed. But they say that this too, will pass.
It Burns, Burns, Burns — Things around me loom with an eclectic blend of mutant colors and vibrant nightmares.
Ominous, No? — [deleted]
I'm ABOUT To — Here come the days in which almost everyone is culturally obligated to participate for they are the holy days, I suppose.
They All Went Along for the Ride — There's still the jazz in the background and I still have the desire to put thought to paper in defiance of the heavy eyelids that so fervently insist on closing.
This Too Has Been One of the Dark Places of the Earth — Cold, dark nights in London, despite the movement, the life of the city.
Up Front There Ought to Be a Man in Black — The absence of the familiar heat from the months past knocks over all notions of security and certainty about anything.
Beware the Touch of the Desert — I took I-80 for an hour or so, hoping to see a diner or some other wretched dive on the side of the road that I could duck into for some serious thinking and get away from the demons that so chase me these day.
A Grey Stone Fixed in Memory — With the news came more rain, soft and slow as I can ever remember in this Beast of a City.
Nowhere to Go, it's Not Constantinople — A surface storm stirs me from slumber and I cannot help but stay awake and watch. But decent people are not awake at this kind of hour. It's a dangerous time for me.
Driving to Futility — Questions abound over the nature of this trip, its purpose, if any exists. Is this really just another business trip that happened to be to a familiar place?
Leaning Into the Afternoon — The City offers little in the sense of direction or horizon, less so at night.
Fly Me To the Moon — This life of stability, of contentment, of perfect bliss will someday change. It may fall apart, or it may find its way to a better one.
Here We Go — This is the drug that will cure me of my writing apathy.
Strange Lands
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
There Are No Jokes — When I said 'comedian', I certainly wasn't thinking of the House of Representatives as a Monday night comedy club.
Glad to Be Home — Too many beers that some Australian kid bought, zee Germans were not coming through, and the ladies from Seattle simply didn't have that kind of zazz.
Holy Wonderings — All I ask for are some steaming hot coeds and a vodka martini - is that really too much to ask?
A Spanish Hand in the Mix — It's naar impossible to find a hotel in this city. But you know me, readers - I'm unstoppable.
A Dawning in Brussels — Even after driving through Gouda and about a dozen other little Dutch towns, we had no idea what kind of strange we were dealing with.
Gone Going — The thought of spending a week in a stone-walled monastery speaking Dutch with sexless women dressed in black robes and strange hats with a long ruler in one hand and a stern readiness in the other was enough to make me both pale with fear and giddy with anticipation.
North Sea Speculations — It's about rum.
Nacht Deutschland — It seems pretty silly to call something a national secret if you guard it so well that the New York Times can get their hands on it.
BA Days — With Paraguay safely behind me and Argentina ahead, I had fewer things to deal with but I was still in a bad place. Eventually though, all clocks run down. All games end.
If I'm Not Back Again This Time Tomorrow — By the time we were done we would have traveled roughly 25,000 kilometers, more than half way around the world.
Beware the Touch of the Desert — I took I-80 for an hour or so, hoping to see a diner or some other wretched dive on the side of the road that I could duck into for some serious thinking and get away from the demons that so chase me these day.
Where Have All the Monkeys Gone? — We spoke in vague terms, uncommitted and agreeable, but I left it all in the backseat.
Fly Me To the Moon — This life of stability, of contentment, of perfect bliss will someday change. It may fall apart, or it may find its way to a better one.
Strange Tales
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
One for Red, Two for White — In New York people bend to the will of public transit. I knew I was already late when I got to the bus stop, but I wasn't worried; my friends could stand to have another beer. And besides, they understand that in this city people need to be lenient when it comes to punctuality.
Mad View From Up High — Nothing worth describing because it doesn't matter in this dream. It was just a flat expanse of grey and brown, with that weird hint of blue that happens when it's slightly overcast
Purpose Beyond Reason — Oh, sure, all the stimulus in the world comes in when you're a professional consultant for a major software company, but you never have time to jot it down.
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
Memorial Day Massacre — I was biking out in the back roads of the hills between Moraga and Hayward, where the strange folk of the redwoods live.
I Believe in So Many Things That it's Worthless — They say nature abhors a vacuum but I'm still trying to figure out what this place is filled with besides empty hotel lots and corporate parks.
Letter to My Editor — I've tried all the usual tricks of the writing trade --- profuse amounts of alcohol, wandering around on public transportation and sleep deprivation.
Beware the Touch of the Desert — I took I-80 for an hour or so, hoping to see a diner or some other wretched dive on the side of the road that I could duck into for some serious thinking and get away from the demons that so chase me these day.
Until You Get to the Promised Land — I try to just sit there and not turn violent. That's all you can reasonably ask of me in Texas.
Dragon Eyes — There is a dense air over the creek, slapping any urge to leave in the face...laying on me a smack-down to stay in today.
The Beast
Up Front There Ought to Be a Man in Black — The absence of the familiar heat from the months past knocks over all notions of security and certainty about anything.
The Edge
Tulsa — The gig was so typical that it took no effort at all
The Grid
You Don't Know the Power of the Dark Side — A windless quiet and complete solitude over the mighty Pacific and the California coastline - there are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
The Press
The Last Leaf Hanging — There is no democracy without free speech. And the price of speech just went up. A lot.
A Shadow Lurking — A call to action. An honest-to-god initiative by the left, something not seen since Vietnam, and even that might be a little naíve to consider.
Imminent Retreat — Unless I'm much mistaken it will be lauded as a success at bipartisan health reform.
A Little Bit of Noise in the Night — The Italian man in the seat in front of me was singing on about what must have been futbol to the pretty blond next to him. A dude, I think, but Italians are all very pretty.
Sunshine Speaking — So swirl it in your mouth just enough to coat the interior of your oral cavity with the liquid gold and then open your lips and take another slight breath, stopping just before it burns to the point where your cough instinct takes over. Don't let that happen -- that's bad form and you'll look like a freshman jackass, so avoid it at all costs.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Oldest Cast-Iron Building — In a half-mad fury of head-turning craziness, Chris Matthews, of all the spinning, talking faces, refused to let that god-damned waterhead, Tom DeLay, get away with smooth talking nonsense.
How Long, oh Lord? — Even when growth is steady and prosperity seems to lurk around every bend for anyone willing to take out a mortgage being given them, there is much amiss in the world. Imagine then, what things can be like in times like these?
Later We'll All be Dancin', Screaming From the Minarets — Ben Franklin was right, and I hold this truth to be self-evident: the American Public cannot be trusted with reason.
Pre-Scotish Ponderings — Not the first time the leaders were caught jacking off when they should've been working.
In a Time... — I had to blasphemy in three different religions - which took effort, seeing as that I never really studied any of them.
I'd Sell You More But They Ain't None of Mine... — If the networks have the results, maybe they'll go away and bring us back some useful reporting. Or maybe they'll just go away, which is fine with me too.
Who Knows? Maybe He's Not Deranged — When the talking heads have been saying the same thing for 3 days on end and can still blot out a tragic actor's death, then people must be really yearning for the promise that maybe today CNN will give them some meat.
More Vegetables — Benazir Bhutto's return to Pakistan, Ahmadinejad vs. Cheney, General Petreus, Trevor's Blog, a couple of retards on CNN and a shirt debacle --- it was quite a week.
I (Miss) America — Everywhere I go, people seem to hate you. And it's not a mild dislike either - they really hate you.
Sour Night in the Drink — I lied, and I cheated, and it made me feel bad.
The Red Tape is Stained With Blood — An accident on interstate 880 at the MacArthur Maze; a chance for the local channels to show their merit, to report what happened and to give us information alongside a captivating story. You know - journalism.
The Window
Animals in the Dark — What was taking a toll on my body was a combination of stiffled desires and high levels of stress induced by the rigors of social mores in Saudi Arabia and a very serious lack of fun.
West of the East, East of the West — So I'd spent a day sailing by myself, eating ham & cheese croissant sandwiches and drinking enough red bull to keep a corpse on its toes.
And Then There Was One — You'd think that for an apartment in the center and a decently normal flatmate with all of his teeth would attract good people so fast you'd wonder where they had all been living before.
Rainbow Connection — It's a question I hate to even have to address, so let's just get this over with, shall we?
Dusty Skyline — Moments pass in the São Paulo night that never seems to darken completely.
Total Insanity
The Last Leaf Hanging — There is no democracy without free speech. And the price of speech just went up. A lot.
A Shadow Lurking — A call to action. An honest-to-god initiative by the left, something not seen since Vietnam, and even that might be a little naíve to consider.
Imminent Retreat — Unless I'm much mistaken it will be lauded as a success at bipartisan health reform.
Maybe Nothing Should Be Serious — If healthcare, a deeply important issue that is central to the self-preservation of just about every living person is struggling to keep that attention, I wouldn't give much hope to anything less ridiculous than Scrubs...
A Little Bit of Noise in the Night — The Italian man in the seat in front of me was singing on about what must have been futbol to the pretty blond next to him. A dude, I think, but Italians are all very pretty.
Sunshine Speaking — So swirl it in your mouth just enough to coat the interior of your oral cavity with the liquid gold and then open your lips and take another slight breath, stopping just before it burns to the point where your cough instinct takes over. Don't let that happen -- that's bad form and you'll look like a freshman jackass, so avoid it at all costs.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
The Oldest Cast-Iron Building — In a half-mad fury of head-turning craziness, Chris Matthews, of all the spinning, talking faces, refused to let that god-damned waterhead, Tom DeLay, get away with smooth talking nonsense.
There Are No Jokes — When I said 'comedian', I certainly wasn't thinking of the House of Representatives as a Monday night comedy club.
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
Death By The Fear — Things are happening - crazy, bad things - and some of them have very much to do with the 6th district of Minnesota.
Animals in the Dark — What was taking a toll on my body was a combination of stiffled desires and high levels of stress induced by the rigors of social mores in Saudi Arabia and a very serious lack of fun.
I Been Everywhere, Man — The weather goes from gloriously sunny to dark and furious, the wind sweeping the hail from the streets. And speaking of flipping out...
If We All Were to Die Now, Well, it Wouldn't be That Bad — The question is never answered, Mukasey is given reign to spit talking points, and the ever-shrinking size of Arlen Specter's balls.
Treat Her Like a Lady, and She'll Always Bring You Home — America's issue with voters isn't just the indifference caused by a large middle class that is too comfortable and therefore too complacent with the status quo. It's more complicated than that.
And Then There Was One — You'd think that for an apartment in the center and a decently normal flatmate with all of his teeth would attract good people so fast you'd wonder where they had all been living before.
Mojo Workin' at My At-a-lantic Blues — A trip explodes, friends suddenly come to visit and the craziness starts.
Soul to Steal — But, seriously - don't get me wrong. I like Christmas. It's just that...
Another Teaser — There are tales in the works, real stories that have been my adventures and will soon be your fantasies.
The Mess in Madrid — I'm normally not a violent person but this morning I was pushed over some line for some reason; the worst part about the whole affair is how much I liked it.
More Vegetables — Benazir Bhutto's return to Pakistan, Ahmadinejad vs. Cheney, General Petreus, Trevor's Blog, a couple of retards on CNN and a shirt debacle --- it was quite a week.
Dream I Killed God — You may not idolize rock stars just because their technique is amazing.
That's Me in the Corner — I'm so glad that captain cuckoo bananas didn't make any decisions concerning Iraq while drinking, eh? That could've impaired his judgment and wouldn't that have been disastrous?
Know Your Enemy — How long will you let it go unchallenged? How long before you hate? How long before you say something?
I (Miss) America — Everywhere I go, people seem to hate you. And it's not a mild dislike either - they really hate you.
Committed to Leaving You — I gaze at the boats that drift by on the canal outside my window and I dream up the possibilities.
Don't Make Fun of Packaging Majors — There must be some kind of down-syndromey condition relating specifically to packaging. There just must be. And if there is, I have it.
Sour Night in the Drink — I lied, and I cheated, and it made me feel bad.
Memorial Day Massacre — I was biking out in the back roads of the hills between Moraga and Hayward, where the strange folk of the redwoods live.
Farting Around — Ed Meese and Ollie North are still running amok but with any luck, the GOP will wither into a feculent mass of shit before they finish destroying every ounce of faith Americans ever had in this country.
Letter to My Editor — I've tried all the usual tricks of the writing trade --- profuse amounts of alcohol, wandering around on public transportation and sleep deprivation.
It's Just an Action Junkie's Lullaby — We conquered our past and resolved never to go back again, though we may one day do just that.
Ominous, No? — [deleted]
I'm ABOUT To — Here come the days in which almost everyone is culturally obligated to participate for they are the holy days, I suppose.
Nacht Deutschland — It seems pretty silly to call something a national secret if you guard it so well that the New York Times can get their hands on it.
Madness — Land of the free - my ass.
BA Days — With Paraguay safely behind me and Argentina ahead, I had fewer things to deal with but I was still in a bad place. Eventually though, all clocks run down. All games end.
Potpourri — Public transportation is the apex of culture. Here we're all going somewhere, being ourselves with no one to impress, with no act to deliver.
The Rising Cost of Water — So my question to you people becomes: What the hell are you complaining about? Quit your bitching.
Disclaimer — They're just words.
Break the Pressure — Gas prices go up $0.50. Pandemonium. Radical change is demanded. Faulty the guilty, kill the sinners. It's judgment time.
Until You Get to the Promised Land — I try to just sit there and not turn violent. That's all you can reasonably ask of me in Texas.
Left and Right in the Heart of Darkness — Tucked away beyond the thickest of jungles of the Mata Atlantica on a nice beach town with few people and plenty of surf. With few exceptions, in a place like this I'm pretty much anti-people.
Reach Into My Pocket — I stick with what I see because there is nothing within those walls that I can know
Dusty Skyline — Moments pass in the São Paulo night that never seems to darken completely.
A Brief Interruption of the Jetstream — The Beautiful and Talented Planning Committee of the Winter Ball at the Japra Mahal are ready.
Turn Green At the Light — For god's sake, drink something else. You smell terrible!
Travel
Tulsa — The gig was so typical that it took no effort at all
What are you people DOING?
The Last Leaf Hanging — There is no democracy without free speech. And the price of speech just went up. A lot.
A Shadow Lurking — A call to action. An honest-to-god initiative by the left, something not seen since Vietnam, and even that might be a little naíve to consider.
Imminent Retreat — Unless I'm much mistaken it will be lauded as a success at bipartisan health reform.
Maybe Nothing Should Be Serious — If healthcare, a deeply important issue that is central to the self-preservation of just about every living person is struggling to keep that attention, I wouldn't give much hope to anything less ridiculous than Scrubs...
A Little Bit of Noise in the Night — The Italian man in the seat in front of me was singing on about what must have been futbol to the pretty blond next to him. A dude, I think, but Italians are all very pretty.
Sunshine Speaking — So swirl it in your mouth just enough to coat the interior of your oral cavity with the liquid gold and then open your lips and take another slight breath, stopping just before it burns to the point where your cough instinct takes over. Don't let that happen -- that's bad form and you'll look like a freshman jackass, so avoid it at all costs.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Oldest Cast-Iron Building — In a half-mad fury of head-turning craziness, Chris Matthews, of all the spinning, talking faces, refused to let that god-damned waterhead, Tom DeLay, get away with smooth talking nonsense.
One for Red, Two for White — In New York people bend to the will of public transit. I knew I was already late when I got to the bus stop, but I wasn't worried; my friends could stand to have another beer. And besides, they understand that in this city people need to be lenient when it comes to punctuality.
There Are No Jokes — When I said 'comedian', I certainly wasn't thinking of the House of Representatives as a Monday night comedy club.
What? — On a night that spanned every time zone on the planet, there was but one reaction.
Where Birds Go to Die — This will be a very good week for ugly things to come out of the closet. From illegitimate babies aborted right on the supreme court bench to corrupt senators being ousted from their states like feculent rats...
Death By The Fear — Things are happening - crazy, bad things - and some of them have very much to do with the 6th district of Minnesota.
The Funk of Forty Thousand Years... — The American public doesn't have time for remembering the things their government broke last year and haven't fixed yet. They're too focused on what their government is breaking THIS year.
Boogie Chil'en — Could this nation be filled with people too simple to grasp more than two options for an issue?
Later We'll All be Dancin', Screaming From the Minarets — Ben Franklin was right, and I hold this truth to be self-evident: the American Public cannot be trusted with reason.
Pre-Scotish Ponderings — Not the first time the leaders were caught jacking off when they should've been working.
West of the East, East of the West — So I'd spent a day sailing by myself, eating ham & cheese croissant sandwiches and drinking enough red bull to keep a corpse on its toes.
I Grow Old Where the Bottoms of My Trousers Roll — Look: this is not a case of misunderstanding. This is a case of at-odds-values.
If We All Were to Die Now, Well, it Wouldn't be That Bad — The question is never answered, Mukasey is given reign to spit talking points, and the ever-shrinking size of Arlen Specter's balls.
I'd Sell You More But They Ain't None of Mine... — If the networks have the results, maybe they'll go away and bring us back some useful reporting. Or maybe they'll just go away, which is fine with me too.
Treat Her Like a Lady, and She'll Always Bring You Home — America's issue with voters isn't just the indifference caused by a large middle class that is too comfortable and therefore too complacent with the status quo. It's more complicated than that.
Who Knows? Maybe He's Not Deranged — When the talking heads have been saying the same thing for 3 days on end and can still blot out a tragic actor's death, then people must be really yearning for the promise that maybe today CNN will give them some meat.
More Vegetables — Benazir Bhutto's return to Pakistan, Ahmadinejad vs. Cheney, General Petreus, Trevor's Blog, a couple of retards on CNN and a shirt debacle --- it was quite a week.
That's Me in the Corner — I'm so glad that captain cuckoo bananas didn't make any decisions concerning Iraq while drinking, eh? That could've impaired his judgment and wouldn't that have been disastrous?
Know Your Enemy — How long will you let it go unchallenged? How long before you hate? How long before you say something?
I (Miss) America — Everywhere I go, people seem to hate you. And it's not a mild dislike either - they really hate you.
Sour Night in the Drink — I lied, and I cheated, and it made me feel bad.
The Red Tape is Stained With Blood — An accident on interstate 880 at the MacArthur Maze; a chance for the local channels to show their merit, to report what happened and to give us information alongside a captivating story. You know - journalism.
Farting Around — Ed Meese and Ollie North are still running amok but with any luck, the GOP will wither into a feculent mass of shit before they finish destroying every ounce of faith Americans ever had in this country.
You Don't Know the Power of the Dark Side — A windless quiet and complete solitude over the mighty Pacific and the California coastline - there are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
I'm ABOUT To — Here come the days in which almost everyone is culturally obligated to participate for they are the holy days, I suppose.
Too Close for Missiles — Back from a euro-escapade that made sense in a way things simply haven't for a while.
Nacht Deutschland — It seems pretty silly to call something a national secret if you guard it so well that the New York Times can get their hands on it.
Madness — Land of the free - my ass.
The Rising Cost of Water — So my question to you people becomes: What the hell are you complaining about? Quit your bitching.
Break the Pressure — Gas prices go up $0.50. Pandemonium. Radical change is demanded. Faulty the guilty, kill the sinners. It's judgment time.
Left and Right in the Heart of Darkness — Tucked away beyond the thickest of jungles of the Mata Atlantica on a nice beach town with few people and plenty of surf. With few exceptions, in a place like this I'm pretty much anti-people.
Wiping Clean the Slate —

If nature were to one day be fed up with man for the obscene amounts of pollutants we toss into the mix, Cubatão would be the first place to be removed from the surface like picking a scab.
A Brief Interruption of the Jetstream — The Beautiful and Talented Planning Committee of the Winter Ball at the Japra Mahal are ready.
Whiskey
Tulsa — The gig was so typical that it took no effort at all
Work
Of smiles and roars — There are smiles here, somewhere...
A Mild Distraction — “I've made no arrangement with the powers that be as of yet, but last weekend took me places I did not intend, and the results were, well, momentous, if nothing else.“
A Little Bit of Noise in the Night — The Italian man in the seat in front of me was singing on about what must have been futbol to the pretty blond next to him. A dude, I think, but Italians are all very pretty.
Cognitive Dissonance — You'd think cognitive dissonance would be unpleasant enough to be a deterrent, or obvious enough to be a detergent, but no. The evolutionary abilities of men with power based in the establishment to rise above that most basic and inconvenient of human traits is quite incredible.
The Green Light Café — “I'd heard you went from an air-conditioned Marriott -- with a pool, which you swam in quite enjoyably, to hear you tell it -- to a beach-side restaurants to smoke and watch the sunset and then the next day you took a drive to the sandy penninsula to search for a boat and ended up meeting a bunch of Dutch guys on the docks...“
Nothing But Evil and Fear — The nighttime is still full of dark things, as always. All is well, in a way.
A Dutch Philosophy — Days like this, with flowers and people and football out in the open and lots of beer and laughter on the narrow streets; a talk of some elusive purpose in the air, and semantics between professions.
Caught in the Rain of the Night — We'd left the lights off, the candles still burning in the dark. Cleaning things always makes me pensive and puts me in a philosophical mood. My mind drifts, and in that soft darkness, it was really going places.
Uncooped and Troubled — Cold realizations and musings of consequence in the heart of an epic nor'easterly
Kicking Edgar Allan Poe — Nothing is injured, health abounds, and I still have a full fridge and a roof over my head.
Musings of a Return — After all, here I am, sitting canal-side, watching boats go by with “Amsterdam“ written on their aft.
Another Teaser — There are tales in the works, real stories that have been my adventures and will soon be your fantasies.
Oktober Surprise — The beats were up-beat, the beer was flowing, and the sausages were wrapped in bacon.
More Vegetables — Benazir Bhutto's return to Pakistan, Ahmadinejad vs. Cheney, General Petreus, Trevor's Blog, a couple of retards on CNN and a shirt debacle --- it was quite a week.
Dear God, No — I know that for every twinkling star in my telescope's view there is a huge ball of fire light years away, melting gas into plasma and in general turning out a mess of things in the universe.
A Spanish Hand in the Mix — It's naar impossible to find a hotel in this city. But you know me, readers - I'm unstoppable.
Livin' for Real — There are only so many power point slides from June '03 I can scroll through alone in my room before my eyes start disintegrating from ennui, pouring out of my face like the sand in a broken hourglass.
Gone Going — The thought of spending a week in a stone-walled monastery speaking Dutch with sexless women dressed in black robes and strange hats with a long ruler in one hand and a stern readiness in the other was enough to make me both pale with fear and giddy with anticipation.
I Believe in So Many Things That it's Worthless — They say nature abhors a vacuum but I'm still trying to figure out what this place is filled with besides empty hotel lots and corporate parks.
Letter to My Editor — I've tried all the usual tricks of the writing trade --- profuse amounts of alcohol, wandering around on public transportation and sleep deprivation.
They All Went Along for the Ride — There's still the jazz in the background and I still have the desire to put thought to paper in defiance of the heavy eyelids that so fervently insist on closing.
Beware the Touch of the Desert — I took I-80 for an hour or so, hoping to see a diner or some other wretched dive on the side of the road that I could duck into for some serious thinking and get away from the demons that so chase me these day.
Leaning Into the Afternoon — The City offers little in the sense of direction or horizon, less so at night.
Writing
The Site — It's a fresh look, based on Google's material design. The design is responsive... see? It adjusts to your mobile or tablet device, so the site looks as good on your phone as on your computer
Of smiles and roars — There are smiles here, somewhere...
Too Long in Beta — A falling ocean, a waterfall of plumes and sprays, with murderous roars muffled by the thick glass of the airplane windows.
Maybe Nothing Should Be Serious — If healthcare, a deeply important issue that is central to the self-preservation of just about every living person is struggling to keep that attention, I wouldn't give much hope to anything less ridiculous than Scrubs...
Purpose Beyond Reason — Oh, sure, all the stimulus in the world comes in when you're a professional consultant for a major software company, but you never have time to jot it down.
The First Hit — You'll have to delve into it sooner or later in your line of work, man.“ “Right. You might as well have a handle on it.“ Dylan chuckled. “I'm Oscar, by the way“ he said. “Oscar Bjørne.“ “Dylan Cormack,“ he said, turning towards the exit. “Good luck with your stories, Oscar.“
In a Time... — I had to blasphemy in three different religions - which took effort, seeing as that I never really studied any of them.
Maybe I'm Crazy — And now it's 1 in the morning and I'm reduced to posting again.
The newsmen know what they know — I want to make sure you know what you're getting into if you're serious about this madness of moving to New York City.
Letter to My Editor — I've tried all the usual tricks of the writing trade --- profuse amounts of alcohol, wandering around on public transportation and sleep deprivation.
Ominous, No? — [deleted]
Potpourri — Public transportation is the apex of culture. Here we're all going somewhere, being ourselves with no one to impress, with no act to deliver.
Disclaimer — They're just words.