January 2010
10 posts
the chap can write. →
Red.
The river I swam in that led me out into this light called life.
The strawberries I picked at Uncle Herman’s the summer we visited him at Redondo Beach.
The stop light I drowsily locked my vision on from the passenger seat of an unknown man’s Porsche.
Taxi cabs. Hong Kong side.
The Swiss Army knife my father lovingly taught me how to use on our trek in the Swiss mountains. He maybe...
Mercury, why are you such a %^&*%$!!#(~ ?
I’m running on just short of 2 hours sleep (which constitutes its qualification as a nap more than anything, really), am near tears for no one distinct reason, and feel like my left side is throwing down Pacquiao knuckle sandwiches on my right, while my right seethes with the vindictiveness of a comfort raped. In other words, I feel like a walking Manny vs. Jinky (but cuter).
I immediately...
I have an article to write, and I think I've...
And you know what? I’m blaming bloody Twitter.
Editor e-mails me “600 words”. I type my opening sentence, and realize I’ve said my piece in a hundred forty characters; less, even. You see, I’ve become increasingly adept at folding literalism and my cryptic ways into one, brief, hopefully endearing, blue bird friendly update.
And now what to do? I guess it could be...