Archive for September, 2004

The Celibate Life

That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, […]

Wedding Weekend

This is another one of those multi-day quick rehashing of what I’ve been up to as of late. It has been busy.

First Show

I played live for the first time as a member of Subliminal Self last night. Got free Guinness out of it too.

Personality Inventory

I spent all day yesterday taking a Myers-Briggs Type Indicator [MBTI] class. The main reason for this was to escape Cubicle Land™. Results herein forthwith.

Work Week

This is a very busy week for me, I don’t know if I’ll have much time to blog or not. That said, here is the rundown.

High School

Some memories worth remembering from my high school days. This is by no means an exhaustive list. Not available in all areas. Void where prohibited.

Pork II

I heard through a secondary source that someone once explained me as someone who “never assumes anything.” I’m not sure if this is correct, but I will assume it is and try to watch it play out.


Finally picked up my Spencer Tunick print from MOCA Cleveland this weekend. Now I just have to get it framed. If you can find me in this photo you are lying since I’m nothing more than a little splotch way up in the distance. Click the pigs for some context. Click the people for a […]


I read music pretty well, but sometimes I think my guitar instructor thinks I’m an idiot, because I read music strangely.


There was once a clown who worked at a circus factory that made clown parts. This clown was a quality tester at the factory.

Time and Travel and Time Travel

Over the weekend I had a conversation with B rd over at edlundart about time and since then I’ve coincidentally read several short stories dealing with time travel by Michael Swanwick.

Another Willem Dafoe Dream

Willem Dafoe was the devil and had made a movie in the tradition of The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs. For some reason, my subconscious chooses Willem Dafoe to be the face of evil when I dream.