In which Adam reviews his life during 2005.

In which Adam gives brief reviews of two old science fiction movies.

In which Adam talks about a new movie list he has started watching and a possibly new book list to start reading.

Here is a picture of my Christmas loot. If you click on it you’ll go to my Flickr page where you can read the detailed notes I left on the photo. Did you get what you wanted for Christmas?

In which Adam shares a present difficulty with writing a poem.

In which Adam reviews a restaurant specializing in fried things and Southern food.

In which Adam starts to realize he’s sounding like Jack/Zen and runs with it. And probably trips and falls, but that is for you to decide.

In which Adam directs your attention to his links page.

In which Adam knowingly mixes up Advent and Lent and jabbers, briefly[yeah right], about sin.

In which Adam makes an out-of-character political post.

In which the author relates a linguistic anecdote.

In which Adam reflects upon and restates/updates his modus operandi for writing the way he does about the things he do right about.

In which Adam gets flashed by the traffic cameras on the way to and from rock and roll show.

In which Adam writes a poem about the car accident he saw this morning.

In which Adam plays the drudge.

“Truth is that monster in the closet that, when your parents turn on the light and open the door to reassure you, eats them.“

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An update to the Open Letter to Connersville, IN.

An experimental meditation poem about something I know nothing about.

O Christmas Ale, O Christmas Ale, I truly love to drink thee.

Another Chili Recipe

In which Adam pokes a stick at the universe Yes, again.

A poem.

In which Adam posts random inanity about his current life.