what does it mean when you finally admit to yourself that you are addicted to change? what does it mean that you can never really see yourself at one job or in one place for the rest of your life?
is there a word for this? nomad? gypsy? revolutionary?
i can’t help but throw myself into new [...]
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… a nomad and a peacock
Posted in words, tagged change, color, creativity, longing, nomad, peacock, self expression, yearning on September 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
living it up–living up to it
Posted in everyday, words, tagged balance, journaling, journalists, life, writing on September 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
the joys [and woes] of life as a writer, a journalist even, is that precarious line between living the life and describing it as you see.
let me explain. …
sometimes, life comes as a whirlwind and between the stress of the day to day and the responsibilities, you live it up. forget everything else and within [...]
a list… or two
Posted in music, words, tagged isobel campbell and mark lanegan, lyrics, music, one-liners, suzanne vega, tom waits on February 24, 2009 | 1 Comment »
“There ain’t no devil, there’s just God when he’s drunk…”
“Do you know where friendship ends and passion does begin? it’s between the binding of her stockings and her skin…”
“I’m holding on, ’cause you’re my revolver, and I dreamed of ending, in a violent way…”
there just are too many lines in music lyrics to list, but [...]
shitkickers and a bob
Posted in everyday, fashion, words, tagged bobs, cowboy boots, new year, resolutions, shitkickers on January 24, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
i’ve been MIA for a while. i could say i have been busy, that i’ve been on an important assignment or that life just caught up to me. i could say that i grew bored, lethargic or even felt i was done with it. but it doesn’t matter. i’m here now. again. and for a [...]
bum-rushed
Posted in everyday, words, tagged conversation, craft, guilt, sadness, stagnant, writing on October 28, 2008 | 3 Comments »
it’s hard sometimes to live with yourself when your craft lays in stagnant waters. that passion inside of you, that hunger for life…
i used to read three books a week, revel in language and discovering a new word. i use to pour my heart out in words on the screen of my ibook, the [...]
learning curve
Posted in music, words, tagged dog bite, guitar, instrument, music, strings on March 18, 2008 | 1 Comment »
my fingers hurt as i type this. i have shared an afternoon with an old friend. i picked him up during my youth then forgot about him. he’s back in my life and his strings feel like magic in my clumsy hands.
i had stowed him away years ago, thinking i wouldn’t miss him. that rich [...]
the author of her misfortune
Posted in words, tagged carver, dog maulings, friday, Ultramarine on September 28, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Its another Friday and I am scrambling to get my work done in time for me to leave at a semi human hour. as i write about dog maulings and book releases, i feel, restless, listless and above all else a serious lack of creativeness.
i turned in the first story about an hour ago and [...]
a scribble…or two
Posted in words on September 13, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The geese
I walk a long, undulating dirt path
To the Penetencia park ponds…
My heals dig into the freshly watered dirt
Each step sinking further in…
Fall is approaching and the
Waters, normally still in the
Quiet afternoons are dotted with
Canadian geese, each unaware of the urban
Sprawl around them.
I stand at the pond’s edge and watch as
The monochromatic fowl lazily graze
On [...]
