Oh....hello there..

...i didn't see you standing there. I'm just perusing this large volume of continental philosophy; please, pull up a chair.

Yes, I haven't been posting anything here at all. I have some plans for this space, but in the meantime, why not head over to Bringing Sand To The Beach, where I'm posting some shorter-form stuff (pictures, songs, quotes)?

Longer things to be posted here next week!

A little help please...

Does anyone have any tips on how to make this blog look less like a total piece of shit?

Jay Reatard

While most of the internet and the rest of the world has already reported on the loss of Jay Reatard--one of my favorite musicians of the last decade--not too many have done it in as interestingly a fashion as this post from amoeba records.

While posting a traditional, cheesey music video seems like the wrong way to express what was so great about him (shit-hot live shows, melody stripped to its basest elements and a stage personality that leaned heavily on the asshole parts of his personality). But, fuck it, I think it's funny.

Back

Well, yes. Back. Back in Oklahoma from a fantastic month in NYC and hopefully back to writing and posting more here.

Which raises the question: Why, exactly, haven’t I been writing more here? I guess the first few months of moving to OK from New York left me a bit shell shocked, to be honest. In addition to the change from city life to a more suburban one, it’s been strange going from a life in a place where I felt so rooted—through friends, work and everything—to a place where I feel strangely rhythm-less and disconnected. Even stranger is that NYC is filled with people who seem to be transitory, and it feels exactly the opposite here in OK. . .everyone is very, very rooted to where they are. Also, I never really figured out what I wanted to write here. I thought that I’d detail all the adventures I had in my strange new place. But, there haven’t been a lot of adventures, and this place (with some HUGE exceptions) isn’t really that strange. So, I guess I’m going to be writing about that.

So: I’m back. Back to the writing, back to routine and back to figuring out what comes next.

Just a warning!

Are you mofos red dirt ready?

I didn't think so. Let's get it together, America.

Suburban Sisyphus

My back is sore, my hands are calloused and I'm weak. But the leaves: they don't stop falling.

Dark Days

One month later...

So, I went to the movies the other night ($5! Take that, NYC) and saw The Informant (highly recommended). The movie was good, but I've never seen such frightening previews. First up was 2012, a flick where the world is, literally, destroyed, with only John Cusack left to save his family (die in the apocalypse or live on with the annoying Cusack? I'll take the former). Next was the movie-zation of Cormac McCarthy's The Road, a book so depressing I was hoping for a dying dog or cancer-stricken mother to brighten things up.

Scariest though, was the preview that followed those two:


*shudder*
End of days, indeed.