Tag: everyday life

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notes: big fun on new year’s new job going well reading thinking about reading some writing hanging out with friends bike riding

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a lot of changes good changes ya’ll oh man I have not talked about it till now but it’s official I have a new job lined up today at my current hell hole I walked off and did not look back I was screaming at the signs and traffic lights – I will never see…… Continue reading Untitled

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Saturday notes: writing plans are coming together (news comes later) it’s not easy I tell you I should really emphasize that anyway, I’m in a spot where if you sneeze they bless you with “bless you” it’s true that if you really write for a long period the words flow easier and you can open…… Continue reading Untitled

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By the way, this year’s Halloween was a wash out. Oh well. Seems so often that this time of year, we’re broke as hell, or unstable in some other kind of way. Forces me to think in terms of seasons, for sure. National Novel Writing Month, for example, falls around this time of year, and…… Continue reading Untitled

Move in for the kill

“Chess, like love, like music, has the powers to make men happy.” Siegbert Tarrasch (1862-1934) “There is no remorse like a remorse of chess. It is a curse upon man. There is no happiness in chess.” H.G. Wells (1886-1946) “Chess is so inspiring that I do not believe a good player is capable of having…… Continue reading Move in for the kill

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3:40 AM, I was dreaming, it was the present and I was in someone’s house. it was the middle of the night. I heard the downstairs door open, a voice screamed, “Evelyn!!!” the man, I could hear, was wheezing and all messed up. the man, of course was my grandfather, my dead grandfather. my grandmother,…… Continue reading Untitled

the rattling pebble of afterthoughts after dinner

there are not enough hours in a day for me, for me. this is ten minutes or an acorn shot through a front door storm window while the crew is sleeping. I feel like a coal miner. in the morning I will have to explain that you cannot properly crank out a buscard run on…… Continue reading the rattling pebble of afterthoughts after dinner

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Traffic is hellish around this time, so when I get off work I head around the corner to the little wi-fi shop and drink tapioca juice. Had to have a talk with my boss today about my troublesome production manager. She is constantly out of line. Thought he should know. The good thing is, it…… Continue reading Untitled

August Notes

FRIDAY Again, a journal entry. An old friend. Hey, that’s what this is. And friends out there in the world that I can connect to through the feeds, or imagine, even in real life… Moving here, I don’t regret it, but it’s like we’ve been forced to meet all the bastards first. And that can…… Continue reading August Notes