In Blog . . .
06.30.2009
But the truth is, she's my mistress. She's a lot of fun to look at naked, but she's not where my heart lies.
04.16.2009
Hi. I am a brand.
12.08.2008
I've got a Tumblr blog and a few new content feeds, which I wanted to tell you about. But first, if you've been reading this blog for a while, I have to take a moment to ask: Are you okay?
08.01.2008
One of the things I love most about having work to do is that it forces me to procrastinate. I like to say that it gives my procrastination purpose. And one of my favorite ways to procrastinate with purpose is to add new features to this blog.
07.17.2008
I'd like to think that God had the best of intentions when he created chipmunks. But even God has days when he feels a little ornery, and all he feels like doing is kicking back and letting off some steam. So he invites Old Scratch over to his place and they smoke a couple of bowls and play a little XBox. And, over a heated game of Madden 2010 (they get advance copies of software) they think up ways to piss people off, or ruin Jason Lee's career.
05.06.2008
The memes have been flying all over the place lately. And I got hit in the crossfire. Twice. One in each leg. So here we go, six plus seven, plus one. Random/Weird/Quirky.
03.28.2008
I always hoped I'd be saying this under different circumstances, but ... I am completely in Your hands. And since we're still in the lingering twilight hours of Web 2.0, and user-generated content is apparently all the rage, why don't You leave a comment and at the same time satisfy my narcissistic curiosities by answering the same question I posed to Mat: Is there a difference between the "Blog Me" and the "Live and In Person Me?"
03.12.2008
Last week, I stepped out of my comfort zone a bit and joined a group called Thirty-Something Bloggers.
02.22.2008
There are a million and one reasons not to do something. But they all usually amount to one thing: fear. And let me just say that I've got some of the fear and some of the dread when it comes to this thing I've started, "Fiction Fridays."
12.04.2007
You've had this happen. I know you have.
In Chewing . . .
06.08.2009
Then there's the whole problem of choice. Goddamit. We like to think having choices makes us happy. But we now know the great paradox about that, don't we? That the more choices we have, in general, the less happy we seem to be. Because there's the fear of making the "wrong" choice. And there's the regret that comes with making a bad one. And, of course, in a certain time and place, every choice can seem like a bad one. At root, I think is the illusion of control we like to maintain.
04.16.2009
Hi. I am a brand.
04.02.2009
Moses is sick of my bitching and carrying on. At Starbucks, he sips his coffee and taps his finger and looks out the window. He has cleaned up a bit. He wears dress slacks. A button up shirt. His hair is slicked back. He looks downright respectable.
03.27.2009
On my days off, I'd visit Juan. It was like my day at school. Because I was young and new to bartending. And Juan, who was a good ten years my senior, worked at one of the busiest Mexican cantinas in Dallas. He was, unequivocally, a bad-ass. And I felt like if I put in enough time observing him, that I too would be a bad-ass.
03.05.2009
Sometimes this spot--the one on my glasses, the right lens--sometimes, it doesn't bother me that much. But sometimes, like right now, it's all I can see. And I have to cock my head back in an abnormal way in order to get it out of my line of sight.
02.27.2009
Of course, there's the whole balancing issue. I'm sure part of the problem has to do with that.
02.11.2009
Moses has been showing up at the dog park lately. He wears a hoodie over layers of other clothes. His face is all eyebrows and a beard the color of road snow. We talk about the economy. He says things like, "When you're an architect, nobody wants to put you on retainer."
01.28.2009
So I went outside in the morning dark. The town already wide awake, excited, true. Like the quick intake of breath. Like the root and the stir. Like the clutch of a tongue-tied pinky swear. And packed purposefully into layers of clothes, I went chasing the down and the din.
01.12.2009
Right now, I have several pairs of wearable jeans. But not one of them is my favorite. My favorites all have big holes in them. And that leaves me with no old standby to wear to anything that isn't a Poison concert or my monthly Grunge Club social. Even then, it's really just too cold to wear these swathes of denim. So instead, I wear one of The Others.
01.06.2009
Out of all the things I lose each day--my keys, my hat, my sweater ... my sobriety, my dignity--the thing that bothers me the most is a lost voice.
Comments
Posted by Catherine on Mar 26, 2005 at 7:59:00 PM
blogging was historically an extention of what was then called E|N (everything and nothing) - it has/had nothing to do with "journalism"
E|N still virtually the same thing as what people call the Blog now...
If one wants news they should go to bbc.com or washingtonpost.com
It's fairly simple.
Posted by Laundro on Mar 27, 2005 at 11:39:53 AM
Posted by Rothko on Mar 28, 2005 at 12:12:08 AM