honeydunce

pretty much stuck with my heart sticking out.

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rightquick

Just a sliver to post here. I just started adjusting to a new medication, so I’m going to concentrate on getting through that. Soon I will fill this space with more things to say. More coming, I promise.

the library is more important than you.

My lady Renee lays it down about the library. Go here to read.
Our libraries are in trouble, and I never thought I’d see the day. The library saved my life all throughout childhood–I could go there and escape. I could check out books on my reading level instead of being force fed the prescribed books […]

I need to discuss how the past few weeks have been for me, I know I do. In order to process them in a more complete manner, I’m going to have to hammer it down into some words. That’s my method of final comprehension–pushing the words, the sentences, the thoughts out of my veins and […]

passings.

This morning I woke up and realized that today/tomorrow is my official 8 year anniversary.Eight years of being in the city of Pittsburgh. This is, of course, an important milestone toacknowledge, and I’ve been sitting at work today thinking about how I might talk aboutit here, in the space I use to talk about things.
In […]

dooce…monetizing the hate.

I don’t really say much at all about what sites I visit, what blogs I follow, etc. It’s a wild little mix. I’ve been following a few of them for months, maybe even weeks–some? For years.Case in point: dooce.com.
I can’t remember how I stumbled upon Dooce initially, but at the time Heather(the author of the […]

more on those changes…

Changes, changes, everywhere. Please be patient with me as I tweak and re-tweak and get too busy for the tweaking and then tweak too much or too little, in regards to this site. The changes are a work in progress(here and elsewhere). Soon soon soon, I promise!

today is the first day of the rest of your life.

unplugged performance in the shallow end, july 2009
I am busy making changes. Wonderful, tough, and necessary changes.

On a not so parallel path under a different shifting of circumstances today would’ve been number eight. The eighth birthday of my kid.
[Here is where I type a sentence, hit backspace, start typing again, and hit backspace once more. Rinse and repeat.]

Soooooo basically, I find out if I can get the apartment today. I thought I’d post, put the request for positive thought out into the ether. Here’s hoping.

The vigorous parts,
the crook of you that spillsbent back commas likethe broken necks of ciliaflattened gold wheatof your drums beating back;
Instinct:to defy and protect,to hold all parallels accountable asthe rebel in meslathers another brick in spitpulls another retractioncurls under the swivel of light.
on the horizon,spinning mountains with sprawling veins of dirtleading back to herewhile […]