Fresh Bread
Spotted this bag of fresh bread on the counter at Artisan, home of The Cadillac of Bolognas.
Spotted this bag of fresh bread on the counter at Artisan, home of The Cadillac of Bolognas.
Woke up early (again), and went to Filter (again). Instead of making notes on our collaborative project (which I will heretofor refer to as The After-School Project™), instead of studying some tech manuals, I read some poems instead. The book I opened up was the collection that Matt and Juliet gave me, over a month…
by Felix Jung When the snowflakes hit, it’s hard to tellif I’m the one they cling to, or if it’sone another. Flagrant lovers, they’ll bind at any opportunity. There’s a solid inchlaid down, a frosted white that makesall surface icing, all concrete, cake. Ahead, I see a wide expanse of nothingnesshalf-clouded by the drifts. My…
I think I do this every year. But fuck it – I don’t care. What kind of writer would I be if I wasn’t a total egomaniac about my own writing, right? This poem is one of the few that I’ve written, post-MFA, that I’m fond of. And seeing how it snowed today for the…
This story makes me incredibly sad. And on top of that, this is exactly the kind of thing that David would have assigned as an exercise.
My apologies. I realize it’s been a little slow, but then again… I’ve felt pretty slow. Ever since this weekend, my energy for updating the blog has been waning. Anymore, when I get home, all I want to do is curl up in bed and sleep. In addition to all the travel recently, I’m guessing…
Jesseca beat me to updating from this past weekend. Check out the pics on her site.
Credit here goes to Ben, who noticed that one of those big spotlight-dealies was parked outside the Mart. They produced a neat effect, what with the steady bit of snow falling outside. We ended up turning down the lights in the office, so we could see it a bit better.
I woke up super early this morning, and made it over to Filter for some coffee and an early breakfast. I was looking to spent an hour or so, pre-work, to kick around ideas and such for this new site we’re working on collectively. I sat near the window, at the same table as when…
Calling it an early night again. I think my body is now wired towards waking up super early, as I’m totally beat. Hopefully I can get caught up on sleep and get back to feeling normal again.
A long while ago, I mentioned a particular animation of Radiohead’s Creep, as done by Low Morale. Mr. Grumpy brought up this video today, and it’s still a joy to watch. The company that made the video is Monkeehub, and they’ve got a lot of fun work. In particular, I noticed they did another full…
A lot of travelling today, back to Indianapolis. My high school orchestra teacher, Richard Dennis, passed away last week… and I went back home to pay my respects. I have a lot more to say, but right now I’m pretty run down. It’s 8PM and I need to call it an early night.
Last week I got an email from my high school buddy Craig, letting me know that our old orchestra teacher (Mr. Dennis) wasn’t doing so well. I got the news that he had passed away last Thursday, and was waiting to hear more information about the service/ceremony. Earlier today, while in Cincinnati, I found out…
Woke up super late at Jesseca’s, and spent the remainder of my time in Cincinnati talking with her, snuggling with the doggies, and sipping on coffee. My plane was delayed for an hour (we were out on the runway, and had to just chill out there due to some severe winds in Chicago). By the…
Comparable to my 22 Hours in Columbus entry, this one marks my quick visit to Cincinnati (my first time) to visit my friend Jesseca – poet and former OSU MFA alum. Tonight was to be her first official party in her new house, and I wanted to join in the festivities. Buying a home is…