Ashes to Ashes

Well that was a busy week.  But one cool thing that I do have to show for it is my new website. Maybe it sounds strange to say but, I’ve been thinking about websites for a long time.  My intention is to build this site into the type of website that I would be excited to…

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Silence

I haven’t looked to see exactly how long I’ve neglected this blog.  Pretty terrible to make the promise of frequent posts & then go silent for a week or two.  Should I feel guilt? Fuck no. It’s not like I wasn’t thinking about this blog, in fact, you may have noticed, I changed the name.…

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Cold Comfort

In reading a second section of Paul Auster’s Winter Journal, I was struck by the vividness of his pubescent memories & more importantly, the vividness of pubescent memories that stirred within me.    I love the humor he used to describe the yearnings of puberty and humanity used in dealing with sexuality. One story (of a French prostitute)…

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Winter Of My Distraction

Ok.  The fourth blog entry is a little bit early for my contradictions to be parading in, but here they are.  So, sure, I swore, in my second post, that I would finish reading The Inevitable instead of putting it down for something else.  Well, I’ve made a liar out of myself…sort of.  I haven’t put it…

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Read or Die a Slave

I’ve touched on the strange nature of memory before (Memories Like Ghosts) but here I am about to dive into it again. So, I’ve been reading Joan Didion’s Slouching Towards Bethlehem and it’s safe to say that she goes on the list of women I’d sleep with if time travel were possible. (This list may…

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