'nuff said (woof)

nevermore

Man, everybody is making it in the movies.

in the hands of

I was driving this morning to work, contemplating the reduction in my circumstances. At the stoplight governing our entrance to the freeway, I noticed a car with this legend upon it:

R ANGER OVER

Our anger over? I considered what this could mean.

happy birthday to the suavest motherfucker ever

Ever since I quit (forever?) Facebook, I do miss have having a daily log of what I'm eating. I could do the same thing here on this goofy blog, I suppose; but that's oh so much more effort. But shouldn't things you love take effort?

Eating this took effort.



I was eating this because it was this suave motherfucker's 23rd birthday.



His name's Lovie. And we love him.



Happy Birthday, you suave motherfuck!

my favorite iPhone app

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahha

up

Even before I got depressed, I would walk around staring up at the sky. I first started doing this because I had read the description of Socrates in Aristophanes' The Clouds, where Socrates is carried around on a couch so that he could stare at the sky that much more effectively. Now this is a way of transport I can get behind, I thought, particularly since I'm not particularly fond of moving anywhere. So I decided to walk, anywhere, everywhere, and stare at the sky while doing so, traffic be damned.

I'm put in mind of this because I've been depressed as of late, and I haven't moved anywhere; I'm reminded of that direction, that ghostly country of hope, up, because of a drawing that my darling Kelli's just given me:



And opening it up (ha, that word again), there's this:



A better use of office materials I've never seen.

Nevertheless, while I am moved to the quick by this unlooked burst of highlit color in my day, I still feel remote and detached. Perhaps if you look up in the sky above your head, you can see a small fat black dot buzzing against the vivid static of the sky, a hollowness filled with wind, a kite. That might be me, hot air and canvas bag, spiraling up and away from you.

That finger

How I love this girl.