Archive for April, 2009
because snoop cares about nevada.
Posted in video on April 16, 2009 | 1 Comment »
are you the favorite person of anybody?
Posted in video on April 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
midnight train to venice.
Posted in my life on April 10, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Though I’ll still be uncovering some treasures in here while away…
Caption Contest.
Posted in my life on April 9, 2009 | 11 Comments »
Whoever can come up with the best caption, I will send them a dollar. Really though…
Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged aggression, fuck you, lemons, sausage, spanish on April 8, 2009 | 2 Comments »
My girlfriend made fun of me when I told her that I like the Spanish guy at the market who sells me his spicy Spanish sausage. My brother will too. ——- My brother and I are going to have a lemonade stand this summer where we’ll have the options of “modern lemonade,” “old style lemonade,” [...]
Two things made him sad.
Posted in short shorts, tagged metro, sad, suicide on April 7, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I pass my life on the metro. It makes it difficult to wake up in the morning. Today, two men were talking behind me as we waited for the train. Man 1: I have been sad twice in my life. Man 2: When? Man 1: The first was when my best friend died. His name [...]
If anything.
Posted in poetry, tagged bridges, café, heels, jeans, leather, light, phone, saturday, skirt, sleep, streets, wine on April 6, 2009 | 1 Comment »
It is not that it made a difference in the café or bottle of wine or changed footstep after bootstep crossing streets and bridges. It did not alter the torn jeans. It did not wear down any more the rubber heels. If anything, he saved money on phone cards and had an extra hour [...]
What’s for dinner.
Posted in my life, tagged boca burgers, brother, cheeseburgers, chick'n, chitterlings, france, French, guinness, ireland, meat, poets, restaurants, sister, skate boards, spanish, taco bell, top chef, tortilla chips, vegetarian on April 3, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I followed my brother through the drive thru at the burger joint. It is not that we had a car, we were not even old enough to drive. It is that they never allowed my roller blades inside, or as my brother liked to call them, “pussy boots.” He skateboarded, wore baggy jeans, a [...]
Just pull the chord.
Posted in historyish, tagged absinthe, camping, hemingway, injury, rue mouffetard, scars, shotgun, tent on April 2, 2009 | 2 Comments »
When Hemingway was 29 years old, his young life in Paris ended. On a warmer than usual March night, after too much wine and absinthe, Hemmie made his way into the shared bathroom down the hall from his bedroom on the rue Mouffetard, and, not bothering to turn on the light, after relieving himself, confused [...]
Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged art, bike, death, movies, newspaper, no pants, pants, Pizza Hut, sidewalk, theater, train station, world population on April 1, 2009 | 5 Comments »
On the three minute ride to the train station today, I used all 28 speeds on my bike. The 17th was wholly useless. ——- I like the sentence ______ is the death of art and plugging in everything I see. The sidewalk is the death of art. The newspaper is the death of art. [...]
