June 2011
1 post
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March 2011
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December 2010
1 post
451 Reasons I Should Quit Facebook
“What’s going on?” Montag had rarely seen that many house lights.
“Oh, just my mother and father and uncle sitting around, talking. It’s like being a pedestrian, only rarer. My uncle was arrested another time-did I tell you?-for being a pedestrian. Oh, we’re most peculiar.”
November 2010
1 post
Unable to Write Fiction
I told myself I’d write 500 words of fiction, and 500 words of essay a day. One is harder than the other.
June 2010
2 posts
“First, America has been the best country on earth for black folks. It was here...”
– Stumbled on this tidbit from Pat Buchanan while trying to find information about Black expats. Everytime I think maybe there is some common ground for people to talk about race I find out there isn’t. Or maybe I should thank G-AW-D that my ancestors have been enslaved, beaten, etc—because now...
May 2010
1 post
cell phones
what have they done to our socialscapes.
April 2010
8 posts
“The Beserks were Scandinavian warriors. Vikings. They went into battle naked....”
– Professor Firtich, re: war (via cogsandgears)
reflections
°Obama is the Cosby-jello-pudding-pie-in-the-sky telelogical object for the mass of Black folks who still seek their piece of that capital.
AND
°Obama is the abject coming home, a ghastly flash from the past, hauntingly reminding/rewinding a mass of white people that there is a spook in their midst with all the historical phantasies that come with him.
ALSO
°As a Black man my bildungsroman is...
Stevie Wonder, Master Blaster (Jammin’)
critical theologies?
if God’s the author then what can we be but a world of critics?
1 tag
summoning the sun
note to self: pretend that spring is summer and the warmth comes sooner.
Sun in My Hand—Scorpion
Master Blaster—Stevie Wonder
Daylight—Matt & Kim
Honey in The Sun—Camera Obscura
Summertime— DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Sun Goddess- EWF
From Africa to Málaga—jj
Whoo! Alright-Yeah… Uh huh—The Rapture
Good Vibrations—Beach Boys
June Evenings—air france
Dance With...
February 2010
9 posts
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fragment
I want to hold your hand with your slight-sticky nervous sweat, and think about artificially pink ice cream melting from a cone on that day in summer fifteen years before I even knew you—the sun-warmed sticky-drippings on my fingers.
new york, a series of snapshots
The floor of the kitchen was an earth-mustard linoleum that was slightly sticky on the soles of our bare feet. There was a Formica table with a circle of chairs around it and the table was always covered in half-empty mason jars and half-full coffee mugs. Nearer the window was a card table holding up a coffee-maker and a pineapple. The window had bars over it, and never let the sun in right– it...
blogs i have made drunkenly part 1. →
January 2010
5 posts
girls gossiping
thesising
what am I even writing about anymore?
Antifa Hooligan Chant
C’mon C’mon C’mon C’mon C’mon C’mon antifa hooligans
In the streets, on the terraces We are singing and we scream All our hate for the nazi scum We are comming: stop to run!
December 2009
6 posts
Oh no she did not…
WSJ calls Al Jazeera conspiracy theorists:
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704238104574602042125998498.html
2010 Predictions
*Passport
*Job?
*Published?
*NYC/Philly/L.A./or:PGH
*thesis
*steamy/marxist/literati lovin’ ¡finger.cross¡
*playwriting
“Wikipedia is not information, it is noise.”
– Formerpedian
Commenter on “Edit this Page: Is it the End of Wikipedia” Boston Review
August 2009
7 posts
when the world finally ends, it will be on a...
jawdrop:
and the streets will be filled with craning necks panning eyes they will take pictures that belong in a photo album somewhere on an ottoman whose pages will (not) be shown to grandchildren great-grandchildren
let's pretend
let’s pretend we’re vikings
and make love to the sea.
Cause out here you’re dead
once you’ve gone too far.
Good habits aqcuired from imbibing in spirits →
waking up at sunrise
writing complete stories
saying exactly how I feel
…and more!1!
mixtape
The hardest part is actually giving it.
This Hemingway Fellow
Wrote some interesting things. Hope he gets some recognition sometime.
Toy Cameras
I want to write like a toy camera takes pictures. Photorealistic to the point where light becomes soft and golden.
“This town is full of monsters holding hands with other monsters.”
– The Boy Least Likely To
July 2009
1 post
“when im in the club/ im always on a drug/ if you get a hug/ guess what drug im...”
– Ecstacy
June 2009
5 posts
“I’m trying to read The Archeology of Knowledge by Foucault; but it’s...”
– Felix Guattari 11.23.70
Custer in a Happy Meal? →
sunday nights
I wish I was wealthy enough to experience ennui. Instead I just get melancholy-tinged boredom, and the hang over I’m going to have at work tomorrow.
June Evenings- Air France
Not exactly the...
Trying to Write
The summer is under way and I spend all my time off work with my typewriter writing on ugly yellow paper (and I say this with yellow being my favorite color) with red ink. Red ink because I need a new ribbon. I’m usually drunk because I decided that alcohol was a cheaper, more efficient fuel source than food. Not that I stopped eating, just not as much.
I’ve found lit nonfiction is...
April 2009
1 post
“I’m having some now, but it’s cold. That’s just perverse”
– John in reference to a bottle of whiskey.
March 2009
29 posts
