Welcome to the deep of the dark, May 5, this year. I was just home from three weeks spent dashing between Seattle, Hawaii, and L.A. for assorted reasons and purposes. My bags slouched heavy where I dropped them by the front door; a neat stack of empty takeout containers on the kitchen counter from a […]Read more "Dreams, roots, and red."
For AW. Last night, as the moon shone brightly, I went back in time to try to save Amy Winehouse from herself. This was not my first attempt. Sadly, I’m never there in time to prevent the Initial Divide between her body and spirit but I try to save her essence if I can. If […]Read more "The nights I tried to save Amy Winehouse from herself"
A sign above the door reads “Meals and memories made here.” I can vouch for this. The food was delicious but I’m having all these detailed glimpses into my life as a motorcycle mechanic in rural Iowa. To the best of my knowledge I’ve yet to set foot in that state.Read more "Everything is a good title for something."
I’ve been problem solving since I was little. That’s what I called it, for lack of a better word. Dreaming up some weird new thing in my head and then figuring out how it would actually work, allowing for this or that complication, what materials it would be constructed from, how much it would […]Read more "Wild Conjecture: long-term robotics and immortality in general"
In the dream, I was doing a favor for Billy Dee Williams. At 79 years, he was getting tired of being harassed by an obnoxious Star Wars fan in a Greedo mask who kept demanding that Williams drink Colt 45 with him and answer inane questions about Cloud City. I offered to meet the fan […]Read more "Bleating Hearts"
The gutters of the subways full of spent phone cards and burner phones… swarms of MacBooks in coffee houses piloted by barefoot hipsters dressed fashionably poor while sporting thousands of dollars in tattoo flash like racing team coveralls.Read more "Commercial break."