technicolor enlightenment We always drive without a destination. Destinations are overrated. The most interesting places are never found on purpose. Or they don’t seem interesting unless they’re unexpected. Decaying mini-golf courses. Laundromats. 24-hour diners that consent to grilling bagels. Mundanities in daytime made mystical by moonlight and neon. As we search for technicolor enlightenment at […]
The end of Revisionland is in sight. There’s something bright up ahead that looks like September, maybe. I can’t tell. Taking a mini internet hiatus for the week in an attempt to finish this thing. Still checking e-mail. Will be back on Friday. We’re working hard around here. Especially Tessa. Hope y’all have lovely weeks!
maxfield parrish sky She asked me if you could take the train to heaven, because that’s where it looked like the tracks were going. Disappearing into the horizon below a Maxfield Parrish sky. When I was her age, I thought you could reach the sky if you walked far enough. That somewhere there was an […]
We have this long blank wall in the hallway. From time to time I thought of putting decals on it or something, but it seemed like too much effort for a space we only ever spend seconds at a time passing through. Then we found this set of skeleton keys, and it seemed a good […]
Tessa & a Rather Small USPS Priority Mail Box a love story in photos She’s been in there practically nonstop for a week. She’s never going to let me recycle that box.
tiny cathedrals I will build tiny cathedrals in your name. Constructing each by hand to be certain that their foundations are sound. Time may weather them. It will not matter. If one falls, I will build another to replace it. And another and another and another. At night, I will illuminate them so they may […]
I am so deep in Revisionland it’s absurd. I am attempting to finish this draft by the end of the month, which is reasonable, but means the rest of the month is going to be very busy. Like, I might not read Mockingjay until a week after it comes out busy. I know. So in […]
mightier than the sword There is a movement happening, a quiet one. A low-profile, low-resolution revolution. Comprised of writers and dreamers, of guerrilla artists and thought-ninjas. Those with something to say. They communicate through text inscribed on true public spaces, rather than blogs and forums. Choosing fewer words, even without being bound by 140 character […]
Nathan Bransford’s post on “Lost” and the High Narrative Price of WTF. Nails a lot of my lingering LOST issues. My new Droid Incredible is my friend. My fancypants friend who confuses me with all its skillz & I’m still learning to type on properly, but I love love love having a phone that does […]