Yesterday involved a trip to the doctor, a woman singing about God to the rest of the train, and a gibberish-speaker who nestled up close to me and asked me to hold a crumpled plastic water bottle in my open fist while he reached his finger down inside and tickled it, over and over. Clearly […]
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Amanda Palmer has a great post up regarding the discovery of art in everyday existence. i used to think that being a street performer (i was a living statue for five years….i should really write a book about it) was the ultimate act of art, because NOBODY would ever recognize my art in any way
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Seeing the bus that would eventually deliver me to my Japanese class, I was fumbling for my tokens when a small Filipina woman leaned in close and said: “You don’t need that,” and brandished a transit day pass with the day’s date scratched out. “Just pretend to be my friend,” she said, as the bus
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I’ve been turning something over in my mind regarding my VN, having effectively written myself into a corner with a nasty combination of too much exposition and a need to have my characters separate for plot purposes. Honestly, I was about to solve this problem with a college co-ed shower scene. No, really. I was.
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“Two for Coraline, please.” “That’s one adult and one child for a total of $__.__” “Uh…” “Hey! She’s cutting us a deal! Go for it!” “Uh… This is my wife. She’s not a child.” “Okay, sure. Whatever. That’ll be $__.__” Later “I can’t believe you didn’t go for that. We could have saved the money!”
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Last Christmas, I made the foolish mistake of packing my Deluxe Edition copy of The Downward Spiral on a trip. It was stolen, along with two other CD’s: another NIN, and a Yoko Kanno — both vexing losses, but the loss of DEDS was especially sad because it was a birthday gift from Troy, who
Please enjoy, courtesy of Mr. Trent Reznor: In other news, humans are savage beasts, I’m an O, and I have just finished a re-write of a story called “Off-track Betting,” now with 100% more science, pathos, and pinyin.
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Food I like taking photos of food. It’s the only way to make it last. Neither my camera nor my skills are necessarily up to the task, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. It would also help if I spent the time to write down my recipes, but I don’t. I mix until it
“Seriously, can the kids just solve the mystery of the fucking ghost car, already, so that Scooby-Doo can get some Scooby snacks and we can all go home? I mean, usually, I’d deal with it for the length of a short story. But no. It rambles on for SIXTY PAGES.”* …Mr. “Death Ray” Ashby assures
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“You say he just wandered in out of the hills?” “Yes.” “And he hasn’t spoken once.” “No.” “…And do you think that this is a beneficial environment?” “Well…yes! It’s full of intelligent, interesting people who treat him like a human being! We all love him!” “That’s interesting, because what I see is a bunch of
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