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Glad we cleared that up.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:52:13 -0500

Glad we cleared that up.

Iris totally upstaged me when she showed up to breakfast in...

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 10:14:41 -0400

Iris totally upstaged me when she showed up to breakfast in costume.

A brief clip from the documentary film currently in production...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 21:54:36 -0400

A brief clip from the documentary film currently in production about my life.

And the third installment of our masterwork.

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 17:30:09 -0400

And the third installment of our masterwork.

hystericalparoxysm: What? Oh, nothing. Just making a Hellraiser...

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:08:09 -0400

hystericalparoxysm:

What? Oh, nothing. Just making a Hellraiser pumpkin. How’s your work day going?

An office project by some of the other cool kids who work in my building.

Vacation.

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 18:55:41 -0400

Vacation.

baileygenine: Can you imagine being a lobster? You’d have to be...

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 11:58:42 -0400

baileygenine:

Can you imagine being a lobster? You’d have to be all “hey my face is up here” all the time because people would be looking at those huge claws flopping around in front of you and everyone would be like “oh where I don’t see your face because what the hell are those your eyes?” And if they were talking to you online they’d be like “hey nice claws” or “how are your huge claws doing today?” and you’d kindly ask them to call them by their proper name and then you’d just get irritated because they’d spell it “pinchers” and you’d say, “no jerk, they’re pincers,” but by that point they’d stop listening and what do you care anyway that’s like the human equivalent of asking someone how their hands are, and I mean, helloo weird, right? Anyway, right about the time you think, “wow my life sucks” some chubby kid will rub his face against the glass of your tank and demand that he eats you for dinner and you wake up from your dream and realize that lobsters can’t just talk to people online because they live in the ocean and computers don’t work underwater.

DFW’s Consider the Lobster.

Father?

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 18:04:01 -0400

Father?

Just finished...

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 17:59:41 -0400

The Road Home by Rose Tremain. Christ, that was a good book.

I feel like a bear in a bumper car today.

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 16:58:53 -0400

I feel like a bear in a bumper car today.

I’m in a web comic again!

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 14:47:10 -0400

I’m in a web comic again!

Zak Laughed - Queen or Sweet Listened to this 15 year old French...

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 11:20:34 -0400

Zak Laughed - Queen or Sweet

Listened to this 15 year old French kid’s album on the train this morning. Loved it.

sasharappaport: robhuebel: Here’s a little sketch I shot with...

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 17:41:04 -0400

sasharappaport:

robhuebel:

Here’s a little sketch I shot with the band ANVIL.

holy shit that’s fernie at the end of the scetch!!

Awesome!

"That’s not writing, it’s typing."

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 11:05:34 -0400

““That’s not writing, it’s typing.””

- Truman Capote on the work of Jack Kerouac

Kerouac's Belief and Technique for Modern Prose

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 10:58:07 -0400

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy
Submissive to everything, open, listening
Try never get drunk outside your own house
Be in love with your life
Something that you feel will find its own form
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
Blow as deep as you want to blow
Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
The unspeakable visions of the individual
No time for poetry but exactly what is
Visionary tics shivering in the chest
In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
Like Proust be an old teahead of time
Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
Accept loss forever
Believe in the holy contour of life
Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
Don’t think of words when you stop but to see picture better
Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
You’re a Genius all the time
Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

Ben Gibbard and Jay Farrar (words by Jack Kerouac) - California...

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 17:34:39 -0400

Ben Gibbard and Jay Farrar (words by Jack Kerouac) - California Zephyr

This song is from the soundtrack of One Fast Move or I’m Gone: Kerouac’s Big Sur, a documentary about the period of time in Kerouac’s life when his alcoholism began to spiral out of control and he began spending time at a cabin in Big Sur in an (ultimately failed) attempt to dry himself out. It was during that time that he wrote the book Big Sur.

I’m posting this song for a number of reasons.

Like every other guy who dresses like I do, I love me a saccharine sweet acoustic Ben Gibbard song.

But more importantly, I was obsessed with Kerouac when I was 17. (Yes, I realize this is not unique.) I was a naïve, skinny kid from a crappy little town in Pennsylvania. Delaware was the furthest I had ever been from home and that was on a family vacation when I was little. In high school, I used to fall asleep at night to cd’s of Kerouac’s spoken word recordings. On the Road was probably one of the main reasons I skipped my graduation to climb aboard a bus with a one-way ticket to California. Which means it was one of the main reasons I got hustled for $20 by a one-legged man before I even hit the Mississippi on that 72-hour bus ride (not the last 72-hour bus ride I’ve been on, if you can believe it). It also means that book might be one of the reasons I’ve ended up doing some of the most interesting crap that I’ve done in my life.

During those two years or so that I spent traveling around, I crossed the country on the California Zephyr twice. This might be kind of a cheesy song, but I’ll tell you what—when I was a 17 year old kid, sitting in the snack car of the California Zephyr long after it was closed for the night, scribbling in my journal and sipping from a big, steaming mug of instant coffee while the desert—the fucking desert—slid past the window, I felt transcontinental.

I believe they call what Mike has done here “pulling an...

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 12:35:46 -0400

I believe they call what Mike has done here “pulling an Erik.”

The Captain is dead. Long live The Captain.

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 17:34:46 -0400

The Captain is dead. Long live The Captain.

I’m in a webcomic!

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 14:59:43 -0400

I’m in a webcomic!

Walking to lunch yesterday. Love those midday reflections.

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 12:56:36 -0400

Walking to lunch yesterday. Love those midday reflections.