Month: October 2015

Buck Up, It’s Fall!

So it’s cuffing season again, and HIE is gunning to make some changes in his approach to love.  And also in his approach to his career and his free time.  Basically a total overhaul.  Except, I’ve been beaten down by the weight of so many failed attempts to make positive life changes that I don’t have much faith in them.  Also, my library card stopped working mysteriously today (in the app), and the local branch was closed, despite having open hours on Mondays.

Conspiracy? Columbus Day?

Probably the first one, because as we all know, no one celebrates Columbus Day anymore, what with the bad rap expansionism/colonialism/genocide has gotten. Continue reading Buck Up, It’s Fall!

It Loses Its Flavor and He Gets Down About It

So, I’ve been digging through my old posts and realizing my life was much more interesting a couple years ago.  There were crazy nights of rejection followed by monsoon-drenched sex, late-night outdoor blowjobs underneath the Verrazano, roof parties and stairwell sex, lots of fucking laughs, aaaandd…. a whole bunch of other shit.  You get it.

Turns out I’ve lived a fucking lot.  At least compared to some?

Who cares. What’s it got me? Maybe I’ll super duper SEO those stories and somehow unleash the power of Google, thereby harnessing millions of fresh, unjudging eyeballz, magically get recognized as a literary powermachine and have tons of fame tossed my way.  All the fame.  Anyway.  I was listening to a lot of old Memphis early rock n roll recordings recently for a job and discovered this gem by Johnny Cash:

I’ve tried to get into J Cash in the past, but I can’t ever get much deeper than the hits.  Continue reading It Loses Its Flavor and He Gets Down About It