I am sorry I don’t provide many visuals. I’m really not one to take pictures–not on vacations, with friends, at concerts–none of that. It’s not that I don’t like pictures, I do. I just either don’t think to do it (lazy?) or I feel like it interrupts the experience I’m having.
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Nothing a Lot
I haven’t written anything in a long time. A lot has happened and nothing has happened.
Continue readingDie with the Buffalo
Anyone who knows me knows I have a strange love for the high desert. I say strange only because many people may not see why something so hot and “barren” can be so beloved. To them I say they either haven’t spent the right kind of time there, or they’re probably already at peace with themselves.
Words and Art and Thoughts and Stuff
The other day I got a really great review posted on Amazon from writer Peter Clothier. I was going to quote some parts of it, which I will for promotion sake, but for the love of god and the sake of my blog, I had to post it here in full:
Hurry Up and Wait
This is the crux of my anxiety. I’ve been hurrying up and waiting for too long. It’s been putting me into such a lousy mental state, it ain’t no bag of clowns. I wanted to title this entry, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Which would better capture how I really feel. Because, while the world passes me by, I’m left here, sitting on my hands looking like a coward, and perhaps I am. Or, at least I have been until now. What do I mean by that? Well, brace yourself, because this is the bomb before the book.
