no hype, just delight. Read More
Perpetually insightful, Nick pinpoints a culture shift that's moving so swiftly, he proposes, there may be no antidote. This movement is rooted in the instantaneous social feedback provided by friend lists, comments, and status messages--the ways in which social ...Read More
Coach Taylor: "When Jason Street went down the first game of the season, everybody wrote us off. Everybody. And yet here we are at the championship game.  40000 people out there have also written us off. And there are a few ...Read More
at the back of the dance floor at sadie rene's where the rail wraps in a rusty L around the crowd of dancers and there i was facing out, toward the side where backstage darkness fades detail and you smell rock bands from 20 years ago, but back to ...Read More
Good evening to you I pray your heart is cleansing baby Thinking of you while we keep sense at bay Counting the days until we chance that breeze again Fixing this song and hoping that's okay Saved you the spot you've hewn in hope ...Read More
two hour glasses. one whose narrows, hollowed by abrasion, is powerless to dissuade silicate from its plummet. one whose delicate chamber compounds layers, impervious to shrewdest of excavation. let's shatter them on the concrete, and let's laugh at the barefoot traveller. Read More
past these paling gates where vines grow, now thick as paste. there is no grace in her ascent. a toothless warrior crowns with cardboard and souls alight from treachery past these empty streets when gold meant something, now tossing jaundiced hue. subtract that from forever. a dirty mob chants garbage, ...Read More
Nick informs us that Jean Baudrillard has died, and he us points to one of Baudrillard's incisive aphorisms, As for ideas, everyone has them. More than they need. What counts is the poetic singularity of the analysis. That alone can justify ...Read More
Catalyst For Swiftier Goings On </p> Disclaimer: my piano is horribly out of tune. Read More
WHO gives himself to solitude, Soon lonely will remain; Each lives, each loves in joyous mood, And leaves him to his pain. Yes! leave me to my grief! Were solitude's relief E'er granted me, Alone ...Read More