if you read my story from Witness XXIII this makes a whole lotta sense.
if you don’t read my story then it’s just plain funny.
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a sure cure
February 11, 2010 – 9:44 pm
sunny and hot
January 26, 2010 – 10:22 pm
i’ve been noodling about the idea of whether or not to start a Tumblr account. if i could only figure out when i’m serious and when i’m a jackass i could probably separate my blogging from my tumbling but until then…
the thing i like about blogging is that i actually “own” it. it’s mine, all [...]
anyone say “pizza?”
January 6, 2010 – 1:48 pm
“The new tenants crammed the insides full of Unified Desires workstations and littered the back with cable crimpers, pitted track balls, carcasses of old CRT monitors, liberated ‘esc’ keys, twisty-tied clumps of twisty ties, pink puffy packs nested inside of manila puffy packs, unlabeled male-to-male flow-through enhancers, outdated small capacity RAM chips, ditto hard drives, [...]
hacking is…
January 6, 2010 – 1:47 pm
“Hacking, simply put, is not, n-o-t, not equal, ≠, to cracking. It is not hot-toddying patches. It is not dick-weaning exploits. It is not hoeing ax at root level. It’s not dining on rootkits, suspending virii, propagating inarticulate spodness. It’s not analogizing the hugeness of male genitalia in relation to the speed of a [...]
Dork
November 21, 2009 – 6:41 pm
The man with the giant gut sits on a plastic chair and smokes his cigar. He is looking into the landscape. He is thinking that this is the life.
As a present for his son’s 15th birthday the man with the giant gut brings his son to see the landscape. When the others ask what [...]
anyone for pooh sticks
June 7, 2009 – 3:18 pm
“First you have to find a bridge overlooking water. Then each person gets a stick.” X Lime opened her hand and pointed near her wrist. “Everyone stands here, on one side, the upcurrent side of the river. Then they drop their sticks at the same time, into the water, and run to the other side [...]
worms in my novel
March 31, 2009 – 4:50 pm
the worms in my novel are about to meet the ants on a mobius…
Excerpt from “My Otto”
March 27, 2009 – 11:31 am
In 1975 John McPhee published a story called Brigade de Cuisine about a remarkable chef who ran a 55-seat restaurant with no help except for Anne, his pastry chef/wife, and their children who served the food, and a dishwasher on the weekends.