and with a twitter which i use significantly more than i blog here, so go there. i’ve been told i should write more, that it’ll open up my upper faculties, and no matter how difficult that may be, it’s necessary. i agree. it’s strange that i’m so much better at rambling disconsolately when i’m emo [...]
i think i think too much. following thought strands up and down my brain, trying to make sense of it even as it tries to make sense of the world. how ridiculous doe that sound? everything makes sense, because it doesn’t. ill be jumping around. i’m sorry as a heads up, it’s just where my [...]
my overpriced education has emphasized this difference between modernity and postmodernity. annoyingly so sometimes. and though the differences between are somewhat amorphous and ambiguolus, like the majority of human concepts, there is some critical differences. at its core, the difference between construction and deconstruction. i think the process of growing up, truly growing up, is [...]
another year, another (insert generic funniez)
bloody hell i am inconsistent with this blog. i’m techinically a year older. it’s been more than a month past me birthday. thanksgiving has just passed and i think i may be going slightly crazy. or as my sister likes to say, i already have been crazy for rather a long bit. then again, it [...]
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it doesn’t rain but it pours
i recently popped my rib, so i’ll be out of jits/the gym for the foreseeable future. which should mean i should get some writing done. then again, my computer imploded the same weekend, so that might not be happening. i prefer writing on the computer… mostly because i can’t read my own handwriting. but there’s [...]
moonlight sonata
i’m sitting here listening to moonlight sonata when i should be sleeping. yes, it’s cheesy, overplayed, whatever. but there’s something so… there’s such great depth to that piece of music… of course there’s the requisite play of moonlight over waves, but i see myself underwater when listening to it. i look skyward, see the palest [...]
reminder
the last sulu series this sundat @ the bowery poetry club. come!
again and again
i think, or i should say, as far as i know, or… ok. let me try to restate. sipping on yet another glass of a passable red plonk, smoking my last cigarette before sleep, i can say with all the certainty of any other young man unsure of himself that i’ve been in love with [...]
days when you just need a drink
god. i’ve had a fucking long day running around trying to both get my class schedule and my head together. trying to figure out what direction my life is taking, if any. at one point in my life, the fires of futile defiance, working class resentment and the ambition that only a cocky young man [...]
sulu series
i’m currently in the process of trying to write a piece about the sulu series, an asian american performance series and collective i’ve been a part of since i got to new york. concurrently, i’m trying to get my head together, trying to balance the responsibilities of a son with that of an artist and [...]