Elegy for troubled dream-warriors / Override...
Often when I am doing the dishes or sweeping the floor I think, “I am a warrior.” Why does this line resonate to me? Is it because saying “I am an artist” does not connote resistance, fortification, or strength? What do I believe I am at war with? Other than days and the kitchen floor. In check-out lines at Price Rite. The clerk dressed in blue’s wail of sadness is...
Creeping mud diary IX, XX, MXI
Well so I keep taking photographs of my desk but it’s too hard to capture anything - A pile of things I printed out - Different surfaces I’ve been marking with different devices, at various states of completion - Feels sorta important to be updating this so that I could look at it later and say, “there’s when that” - Louis moved out and I was surprised to feel...
Here’s this project Allen and Jeff developed at camp. The idea is that if you’re a person who just checks three websites, you don’t need a huge google reader or whatever, you just need to put those sites into a bag. If you’re a person who needs to remember to download a few music posts, you don’t need to bookmark those sites for all eternity, you just need to put them...