Category 2000-2011

no, it feels greatttt…. ;)

I finished the blog. No more posts hidden on any other secret blogs that haven’t been uploaded. For the most part these are all of the public and semi-public posts going back 11 (yes ELEVEN) years to October 2000. The… Continue Reading →

it’s obvious in the way you write and move

Oh wow, what an idiot I am, right? A friend of mine pointed out that it is obvious I am trying to format my blog like my book in some ways, taking out the spontaneity and tone and editing the… Continue Reading →

181 days in Denver

I realized yesterday that I had been here 6 months, minus a week and a few days to return to New York for that mini-appreciation kick, you know, the state of mind you put yourself in to recognize the differences… Continue Reading →

purpose and existence and the solitary frame of mind

I had this conversation that really disturbed me recently and I have been thinking about it for probably two weeks now, trying to resolve what it all meant in my head, but it really really hit me today. It came… Continue Reading →

in a spiritual frame of mind

I suppose my inherent fascination with death rules a lot of my preoccupation with spiritual things, well, namely things held in high regard in nature, a recognition of the power and age of things we see in our daily landscape…. Continue Reading →

this is what life has become and my 9/11, recounted

I recognize the beauty in the compromise of things, sometimes, giving you more opportunity to learn and come into things differently. I realized some things about myself yesterday riding on the back of a Harley for some 4 hours…which unfortunately… Continue Reading →

every girl wants a cowboy…

Well, every woman I know wants a cowboy or a man who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty, move a little muscle, you know the stuff that comes into play when you imagine yourself with someone physically, easily able… Continue Reading →

and this is as sweet as weekends can get…

Mmmm. It’s been one of those, yeah, punctuated by all of the good things, only skimmed by some of the bad. Friday I decided I wanted to go see some music to try and throw me out of the morbid… Continue Reading →

Hidalgo, illustrated

I hate not being smart enough to make backups of our backups, recopying what one has copied. I have the fucking Hidalgo illustrations but because my website and wordpress are often pieces of shit, I have to redo the whole… Continue Reading →

The Masterdater Part 1

Yeah, I know you thought that was about someone else. Perhaps some sleazy douche veteran who’s always changing and bedding someone new, forever single–posting lonely ads on craigslist. Oh, no, see, I have done the craigslist thing before. The last… Continue Reading →

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