me: Yesterday a centipede fell on my head from the ceiling.Chad: Where the hell do you work?me: I was jumpy for the rest of the day because after I brushed it off it disappeared.Chad: What are you taking?me: Nothing, which may be the problem...Chad: Hmmm...could be.me: I tell you man, ...

A certain magazine once sent out a survey to some artists. The artists were from various disciplines; some were painters, others were writers—even some sculptors were included, and naturally there was a sprinkling of photographers and musicians. The survey asked an important question of these folk: what is beauty?Now of ...

So I am in a play coming out soon; it's not Broadway, which is good because it means that you can come to it for mere pennies; actually free, I've heard. I'm not in a main role, which undoubtedly disappoints some of you, but I do appear in an entire ...

Spring cleaning brought about the death of my 15 year old pencil collection; I threw them all away—it was hard, but so were the erasers so I guess I did the right thing.In other news, my soccer team managed to score 3 more goals on Saturday, we were even in ...

My dress shoes finally stopped squeaking. I just noticed this fact the other day; I was able to walk down the hall without people plugging their ears and rolling on the floor in agony, for the awful spine-tingling, bladder-releasing sonic vulgarity of the squeak was no more.* * * * ...

Nothing to say nothing to do except Hammer keys and hope that Bits of text align joyfully on the page.In this day and at this timeA warm retreat with a witty sageIs the desire that wanders nearWhen all else wanders away.

A couple things:My soccer team scored for the first time this season on Saturday (it was our fourth game). Though we failed to bring home the coveted Victory we took a significant step towards league domination, i.e. we put two shots in the net. Naturally such a success ...

I was sorting through some letters I wrote (I keep copies of that sort of thing for future reference); here is an excerpt from one of them dated January 15, 2004:“I’m not here this isn’t happening…” moans Thom York in Radiohead’s “How to Disappear Completely.” As if denial is ...