I am my own worst enemy. I always have been–except for a brief stint in the seventh grade when that bully-girl Nikki was my enemy. In retrospect, she probably had a crush on me and turned aggressive when I failed to love her. I had no idea, and even if Read more…
Yesterday I was able to sit for several hours and just draw. It was frustrating and wonderful at the same time. Our drawing workshop of sorts, was led by Katrina Van Grouw, artist and author of The Unfeathered Bird (note: you should buy this book, but if you do using Read more…
I’ve moved the blog to Squarespace. Still arranging everything just so, but this will be the place for the next two years or so. Let me know what you think.
In the morning, I get to take a left turn at Albuquerque. Driving is stressful for me. As a result, I eat poorly on the road, play the music too loud, and get into weird pissing contests with other drivers. I get the crappy food and music, but I don’t Read more…
I am too tired today to write a whole post. That happens. An owl died today; I saw some amazing vulture behavior at the nature park outside of town; I ate another sweet waffle. To see today’s full gallery of pictures, click here: vulture culture
Thanks to the internet, I was able to buy books without going to a bookstore on my birthday (although it is NOT THE SAME). Poor Betty freaked the fuck out and died on I-10 while my sister and I were headed to Changing Hands Bookstore. There are only a couple Read more…
Before you read this post, know that there’s a soundtrack for it, at the end and embedded within–open the links in separate tabs. Sing along if you know the words. * I am a lonely person. This fact is not impacted by the number of friends or lovers I have, Read more…
Have you ever read My Pretty Pony by Barbara Kruger and Stephen King? It is an expensive art book that I COVET (and will someday possess), but more importantly, it is a book about time: how it is chimeric and how it will deceive you if you don’t keep a Read more…
I will soon get to see a little miracle named Orion. And maybe a few of the birds that inspired medieval griffons. In other news, I went to a Bikram yoga class for the first time in two years. I was sick as hell. But, I stayed in the room. Read more…
My writing intensive is over, for all intents &c. My scholar-collaborator and I are still busting our ass trying to finish our piece, but the communication from here on out will be virtual. I have many feelings. But, after several months of being told exactly (and only) how a certain Read more…