hey! this is what it's all about!

No publication
No money
No star
No fuck

A friend came over to the house
a few days ago and read one of my poems.
He came back today and asked to read the
same poem over again. After he finished
reading it, he said, "It makes me want
to write poetry."

blogging

I've never blogged before.
I've only written in online journals; that's just how new school-old school i am.

all lower-case, e.e. cummings style.
that was the late nineties and here i am on the cusp of twenty-five, doing much the same in the form of blog, which sounds like an involuntary bodily function more than an exchange of ideas.

in autumn i get more wizened and melodramatic about a lot of my life complications.
it's ok because i can furrow my brow and listen to nu-jazz and giggle as i drink this forty.
and also because i can be knocked unconscious by both a resplendent tree death color display and this $2 forty.
the balance of the sublime and the crass is what it's all about.

btw listen to crass.

one thing i really miss about risd

zoom

http://vimeo.com/819138

no one uses question marks

I recently subscribed to the online dating service, "How About We."
I don't really want to how about we with anyone right now, but I enjoy reading the emails like I read my twitter feed.

I know it must sound like a lame, self-conscious cover-up to participate in online dating for what sounds like twee indie-flick reasons. But I don't really hold weird taboos about that sort of thing. Growing up on the internet, having secret internet pen pals and super best friends where we would trade short stories and music pretty much forfeits any higher ground on my end.

I guess I'm more interested in the economy of the interface. You're not cruising the person outright, but deciding based on some whimsical for instance. But before you can get all Juno-Garden State, many of the dates fall in to old traps of what you imagine dating websites to be.


For example:

"How about we... MY NAME IS DAVID WILLIAMS FROM WINTER HAVEN FLORIDA AM SINGLE MAN NEVER BEEN MARRIED THAT IS WHY AM HERE ON THIS LOVING DATING SITE TO SEARCH FOR SOMEONE WHOM I CAN SHARE ALL MY HEART AND SOUL WITH WHOM WILL BE MY WIFE"

"How about we... i am seeing this dating like easy way to get wht you like"

"How about we... great i love this site"

"How about we... Overseas..."


I know it's lonely being a person, but it's one sentence, and format writes half of it for you.
I can't believe we aren't taking advantage of the self-editing the internet now affords us.
It just reminds me of this:

cliche fulfillment

the end of this summer is just like the endings of the last three summers.
there's a break up and i start listening to k bands again.

i would argue against the obvious cause/effect relationship of the above statement, because of course I think they're totally independent of one another. but that's more of a hope/lie than it is truth.

i've also been drawn to weird roadside still lives of small dominican women selling sandwich bags of mangos, styrafoam plates of watermelon, and baskets of peaches. landscapes and sunsets are also particularly distracting for me.

fucking cliche fulfillment.
i'm sure the picturesque new york autumn will only exacerbate this issue.

i'm ready for some nasty new york winter to toughen me up again.
all this sentimentalism is going to ruin my bar banter.

boxing boxes

I found this while searching for "Owls (band)."