April 2012
4 posts
March 2012
3 posts
At Kudu my nose if sniffing a walloping whiff at the conversation next table.
“I got a Prebyterian church…these kids, who I have known since birth…well, I was always raised that…you have nice clothes, then you wear them, and I know these kids have nice clothes, so why aren’t they wearing them…?”
Have to stop now, restrain from villainizing this lady who...
The Portland Review: While You Were Out →
portlandreview:
Voila called and said you’re passé, offering to return your lab coat and reading glasses; Azalea called and said you’re next to drop your petals to the ground, but have heart, there’s always next year as long as you keep your roots; the rain
called, said there’s no use hiding in the house, and…
February 2012
8 posts
The Portland Review: When I dream of a war →
portlandreview:
by Neesa Sonoquie
What I am saying is that my mind is eucalyptus
trees on a beach while I am sleeping through
another life. When I wake up crying invisible tears
I can tell you there are children in them. I know
this sounds sentimental, but frilly pink frosting on a cake
is…
“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves,...”
– Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island (via finiasgroove)
January 2012
17 posts
Little Mystery of Why (Does Man Naturally Tend...
Crossing the street today a woman crossed paths with Charley & I. I stared at her. Not for attraction’s sake. I didn’t know why at first. I was actually thinking about that, realizing how often I stare at people, when we pass a man. He looked me in the eye, said something about my glasses, smiled. He asked for a quarter. No. He asked for a dollar, then he would give me...
A Self-Confession of Creepy Over-Observance
Man with beeper. He’s walking away OH NO HE’S GONE. With his Whitman-esc white beard, over-arching moustache, a “I do or used to frequently dip tobaccy” chin…Shh…he’s back…those glasses that turn into sunglasses when it’s sunny and one is out in the sun. He’s got a loaf of bread with him (casually nibbling an entire whole loaf). Woah....
WatchTraveling With Charley
I am standing in the back of the Portland, Oregon home we have been invited to stay in- the owner of which is Charles’ 2nd cousin, Jon Graber, and his wife Terry, who are “brewmasters,” brewers of beer, and people with very fine taste in many things. I am inhaling one of the few cigarettes I have been allowing myself lately, and observing things such as the ice on top the...
“Who doesn’t like to be a center for concern? A kind of second childhood...”
– Johnny Steinbeck, Travels With Charley
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My travels with Charles. He doesn’t know how to spell travels. Apparently, me neither. We’re doing our best to put the videos in chronological order, but that also means that you have to go to the least recent post to begin.
Charlie and I stopped to talk with a couple guys with a big cross in their arms the other night on some other street in New Orleans after the Sugar Bowl. How do the even get permission to do what they do, I don’t know. But my conversation was awesome. Guy was really kind, what I liked most was how much we got to talk about him, and where he’s coming from. He said it was a lady,...
“How’s It Going To Be” - Third...
Took my first shower of the trip this morning. Charles called me gross for it, but I’m thinking
I’m on a road trip, and even were I not, this would of been about the time when I’d take one, gross or no,
so he can be Mr. Clean all he wants. The shower tally is Charles 4, me 1. Had an odd experience though, using this shampoo for dry, coarse hair it says, which I don’t...
Checking My Bank Account Today
Me: Uh...that's weird, I don't remember withdrawing at an ATM on Bourbon St.
Charles: You don't!? Oh...okay! Mystery of where that $20 went now solved. You didn't lose it. You spent $20 more than you brought with you.
Me: Really.
Charles: Yeah! We had to get home!
“Charley dog has no nerves. Gunfire or thunder, explosions or high winds leave...”
– From John Steinbeck’s Travels With Charley. Day 2 of trip.
my father always talked this chalk about giving the classic “one-hundred and ten percent” when he was going through school. Then I found his report cards. I’ll let them speak for themselves.
Ope, someone is too cool to stay after-school.
wow. that teacher seems so…”nice”
though, how much is he helping himself, if he’s getting candid this way
...
Found this in the attic too
I always thought I hated travelling.
Bring on the coldies, Vancouver, here I come.
Let it be known I still have my reservations!
This is my father, with some woman that is not...
this was a shocker to find in the attic. man Pops, watch those hands
December 2011
24 posts
I went looking for this, and I found it! My old roommate Ryan Parks, I, and Jacob Graudin (all depends on which song) made a few Xmas tracks last year…it was my first time doing something like it, was a lot of fun. “Christmas Song” is my personal favorite, seeing as its drunken (I am, anyhow), but Ryan would probably direct you over to “Once In Royal David’s...
How Katie Cross Graduated Me
Good Morning from the Lovegoods
“Coming Down” - Dum Dum Girls
...
Me: You like those flowers over there? Funny all the colors still in December.
Meme: Yeah, I like 'em. Real purdy, 'dem.
Me: I'll steal them for you sometime.
Meme: Alrighty Mr. Don't let the cops know though.
Melvin was eating a pressed flower just now. Sounded very crunchy.
Songs I’ve Been Obsessed With/Evoke Memories...
The Young and Well-Rested (As The World Purrs),...
Brien notices that Melvin is sleeping, causing a desire within Brien to nap alongside, yet Katie is home; what is there to be done?
Brien thinks to serenade Katie to sleeptime herself, so he and Melvin can be alone.
His plan successful, he ponders what how to ditch her, decides to move her someplace else so as to not disturb the cat of his dreams…
…who he paws his...
Arches new EP: free →
#5 Urban definition for "poochin" - not to be...
which is gross and you should not look up. I went searching for this word because I was thinking of a poochin stomach, one pokin out, you know, and dictionary.com said it was not a word. The protruding stomach was the 1st definition I found (after unfortunately blundering upon ‘pooching’ that is), so mission accomplished, but this alternative is absolutely noteworthy:
5.poochin
3...
“he only, very early in the morning,
rose with his gun and went outdoors by my...”
– John Berryman, Dreamsongs #145 (via alyoshasdream)
couldn’t stop myself.
“More and more, the desire grows in me simply to walk around, greet people, enter...”
– Henri Nouwen (via exceptionallyread)
