Category Archives: writing

and I’m not far in enough for a review, but I wanted to share some of my favorite sentences from the book: “War remains the decisive human failure.” -John Kenneth Galbraith (talk about decisive!) “His was a book which never … Continue reading →

INT. JORGE’S APARTMENT – NIGHT Jorge is sitting on the couch, burning weed with his friend KLAUS, who’s 24, German heritage, a little pudgy. KLAUS So it’s over with Virginie? JORGE It’s been a month. Where the fuck have you … Continue reading →

INT. PATIO RESTURANT – NIGHT Jorge and Virginie sit outside, under one of those outdoor heat lamps. VIRGINIE I mean, I love him. And I love you. I don’t see why that should be a problem, or why you’re being … Continue reading →

but I’m going to post it anyway, before I get scared. Too many links recently. I wrote it this morning, like, fast, and it’s 40% fact. —— The fourth night after I moved back into the house of my parents, … Continue reading →

2005 Annual is out!! Download it here [1.3mb pdf]. CRAZY INTENSE introduction by Luis Ripoll – ladies, he’s single!

intense – “stellar” creepy – “black” basically – it’s redundant, sadly dude – “braa” homeslice – “facemonster.” “Hey, facemonster.” cockfarmer – “adorable” (cf. “he’s a cockfarmer” / “he’s adorable”)

First of all, I’m back! Luis was in town for the past week and it was such a whirlwind of activity I barely had time to DO DRUGS let alone maintain my weblog. John was here too, and I want … Continue reading →

Cliche: “His loud, braying laugh.” Perhaps slightly better: “His ugly cachinnation.” Psychotic: “His pistachio.”

“How did you know that was north?” “Well, that’s – that’s Cassiopeia. That’s my girlfriend.”

It was good; he read from his new New Yorker story about breakups and an additional section that wasn’t published. He’s a fine, funny speaker. The moderator asked the question I was going to, so I didn’t – F. said … Continue reading →

…and boy, am I having an emotional reaction to his language. He is, as you know, one of the few and talented true artists of word-choice, which sometimes eclipses or obscures your (my) broader attention to the work at hand. … Continue reading →

I have a tremendous appreciation and fondness for DFW. I’d seen him read once before, and tonight, for unlike last time, he seemed, for wont of a better word, colicky; fighting the audiance on questions and answers and just generally … Continue reading →