Fill This! is a monthly collaboration project (with roots from the Thunder Dome, I believe). Each month a new canvas is posted, which anyone can then download and play with. Feel free to upload your own images or browse what others have done. (Site created by Bastian).
On Twelvestone, I came across this thread thread, which led me to the Garden State movie trailer, which features a song called “Let Go” by a group called Frou Frou. I got hooked by the tune, and ended up buying the album last night. Been looping that song a lot. The general consensus seems to…
Second Story, a great web design house based in Portland, is looking to hire a Flash programmer. Saw this earlier today, and thought I’d pass it along. I’m not sure if I have what they’re looking for but, if I weren’t already happy where I am, I’d be all over this job like nobody’s business….
by Shel Silverstein The hard coal’s called bituminous,Or is that the anthracite?Stalactites grow down from caves,Or do I mean stalagmites?Those fluffy clouds are nimbus—No—wait—they might be cumulus.And that kid who was raised by wolves—Was he Remus—or Romulus?The brothauruses ate no meat.Does that means they’re carnivorous?Or were they brontosaurusesAnd were they herbivorous?A camel is a pachyderm—Or…
At work today, we have some folks visiting from Terre Haute. We all went out to eat lunch and, after an afternoon of meetings and chat… headed out for dinner around 5:00 PM. I am full with steak and mashed potatoes, and expect I’ll be sleeping somewhat soon. Here’s a nice snapshot of the evening,…
by Michael Lohre It is twilight and the river barely winds.The east arches remind me of Dresden far away on the Rhine before we destroyedour minds. Bomb us to the river. It’sthe only place that’s safe. Sandbarsbelow like the back of a whale to rideaway. The lights of the city comingon like eyes in the…
Alright. Enough of that shit. Let me tell you about this poem that my friend Mike wrote. It kicks ass, and you should read it out loud. I first heard this poem some six or seven years ago. Reading it again today, that line about Kenya still gives me the shivers,
I was going over some pictures I took from the AWP conference a while back (which I’ll post soon, I promise). Looking over things, I feel very distanced from my writer friends who are still working, still writing. It’s not a lack of faith in my own work, or in myself… it’s just that I…
While looking around for The Unicorns and Menomena, I stumbled across a Portland music site called OEbase. Pretty damn cool.
I’m On Standby ain’t too shabby either.:loops:
New machine arrived today. Chris, being the newest among us, gets to inherit Ben’s Mac. In turn, Ben gets the fancy G5. Though I’m a PC user, I gotta say… this thing looks sweet.
This morning, I started off the day trying to find Menomena’s web site. I think my eyes stopped bleeding sometime around noon.
by Philip Larkin Thinking in terms of oneIs easily done —One room, one bed, one chair,One person there,Makes perfect sense; one set Of wishes can be met,One coffin filled. But counting up to twoIs harder to do;For one must be deniedBefore it’s tried.