Category Archives: Art

Who Gives A Shit

Art, Book, Daily Life, First Impressions, mur

Upon empirical first glance, my generation cares more about Facebook than they should.  Not news, except for the fact most people still deny their level of actual investment.  An adequate metaphor for any of the online fads that permeate every facet of our culture, Facebook represents a desire for connection to something greater than our daily lives.  Suppose that’s something to expect from the amount of media programming we received during formative years. That’s when communications with the machines really started, if you see where I’m coming from. Empathy in binary.  Continue reading Who Gives A Shit →

Practice Makes Progress

Art, Book, Daily Life, mur, Quick Thoughts, Reasons for Things, Stories

I can now sing almost all of the Silent All These Years melody to myself whenever I want to.  That doesn’t mean it sounds good.  However, I can keep the same-ish key the whole time and not lose track of where I am.  That’s definite progress.  It’s the funniest thing.  For the longest time I couldn’t carry a note with or without music playing.  My karaoke performance is on par with Elaine’s dancing.  I can’t seem to hear and sing at the same time.  Until now.  There is one song I can sing in the shower and have since the movie came out – Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid.  Formative on so many levels.  Continue reading Practice Makes Progress →

Pokemon Go

Art, Daily Life, First Impressions, Games, mur

People are using an app to ferret out imaginary creatures via the lens of a phone camera.  Like VR training wheels, this craze is proof people aren’t ready to dive into actual virtual realms yet.  Individuals trying to catch Pokemon while driving are as bad as people divorcing spouses over Everquest.  Games have an addictive hold over the child inside all of us.  The thrill of play can cause an absent mind to do some pretty stupid things.  When it comes to stupid mistakes, modern cell phones are surely the leading cause.  Add a competitive element and well, testing our limits is what humans do – with varying success.  Continue reading Pokemon Go →

Partly Cloudy

Art, Daily Life, mur, Quick Thoughts, Random

I’m a boy today.  It’s the only way I could get out of the house this morning.  Having a fit of insecurity summoned my maleness to stop caring about stupid shit.  Donning a man’s shirt I ran a comb through my hair and decided to not care what people see.  I’m not manly in many ways but there is a swagger I can pull together.  Like a gymnast.  Or a jockey.  I’ve accepted my status as a butter face.  Continue reading Partly Cloudy →

You must be Trippin

Art, Book, Daily Life, Future Plans, il poeta, mur, Rants, Reasons for Things, Stories

I’m a seed. That’s what I’ve learned. I’m a seed that’s been planted in Seattle. I’ve taken root. I’m in a spot I can maintain, at least for now. Even more than that, I have garden space to plant more seeds. Enough room to house someone I really like. Though, not many people fit that description. But if that someone wanted to give Seattle a go, I’ve got a place to temporarily house them. Most of the people I like could even get a job at the Space Needle. To start, at least.

Right now this list only has one person on it. They know who they are.   Continue reading You must be Trippin →

I Like My Whiskey Extra Cold

Art, Daily Life, Moth, Stories

Tonight, I told a story about sexual abuse. I kind of wish I didn’t. It wasn’t an easy thing to express. In words, I can craft my meaning with context. In person, I have to rely on tone and facial cues to fully express myself. I don’t often tell the story I have in my head but I usually get the point across.  This was one of those nights.

Continue reading I Like My Whiskey Extra Cold →

Candy

Art, Book, Daily Life, mur, Quick Thoughts, Yoga

I order an Amazon Pantry shipment about once a month. That means I only get candy once a month. It’s like a game. Let’s see how long I can make this candy last. I would rather have a little bit of sugar every day than all the sugar I want with dry spells. It’s how I’ve approached almost every vice I have. I don’t indulge enough to leave myself wanting. I’ve started applying this to my emotional attachments with varying success.  Continue reading Candy →

Least Complicated

Art, Book, Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts

That feeling when the universe is a massive expanding void of entropy but everything’s okay because you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.  Continue reading Least Complicated →

Math & Orgasms

Art, mur, Quick Thoughts, Random

I’m conducting a social experiment.  I have a hypothesis about Craigslist.  While a veritable gutter of thievery and whores, it’s also a giant flea market for kink.  If you know how to use the system it can work for you.  In my experience if you want something that specific, the fastest way to success is being direct with an many people as possible.  Cuts down on the bullshit.  I just posted an ad to Craigslist titled Knows What She Wants.  Continue reading Math & Orgasms →