I am the proud owner of an old bike! If you recall, I had a brand-new beaut torn from my life after my third time riding it last January. My friends Kevin and Kellen have been kind enough to give me another—or, equally true, I’ve been kind (humble) enough to take it off their hands.…
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hi.
Long time, no update, and nothing new to say now ‘cept ughhh I wanna graduate, tear the timeleech from my mind. I’ve had more kidney trouble and with the non-pain days, fevers, headaches, and apathy. Trying to get help has been a nightmare—long story short, to ensure insurance covers the bills, I’ll have to make…
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spring break bewarin’ the ides of march
Last night at Kevin Kautzman’s Cocktail Party, I read a short creative nonfiction piece and a bit of The Teaching Emotion to a small and non-threatening crowd. Contrary to my fear, I did not freak out, though much to listeners’ bemusement and even my own, I felt the need and did indeed do some stretching…
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not a social ill, just socially ill
As a profoundly dedicated music enthusiast, I’m deeply numbed by the Chicago and Rhode Island nightclub tragedies. My thoughts are with the victims, survivors, and their families, and I wish they didn’t need to be—I wish they weren’t ’cause I can think of nothing else, and it makes me want to throw up. While ostensibly…
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fakeproject is real
Last weekend I went to the Fargo Winter Carnival and was received, seen, and conquered by fakeproject, the sonic mindscape conceived, controlled, and disseminated by Dan Reetz and Shaun Fort. I’ve been trying to find the words all week to describe my head smashed against a speaker all weak to hear feel deep their latest…
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no news is good
Not much to report. School started. I found a bunch of (…And You Will Know Us By the) Trail of Dead stickers. If you want one, ask. My friend Kevin has self-published his second novel, Cocktail—wheeeeeeee! I look forward. It was my brother Joe’s birthday a couple weeks ago—he’s (gasp!) 13. It’s my mom’s birthday…
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If I break the chain, will Amish people bust my kneecaps?
So. Wow. Yeah, it’s here, the long awaited winter breakin’ d6 update. I was fooling around with s u s p e n s i o n and it straight-up exploded into a “multimedia memory project fascination.” For those familiar with s u s p e n s i o n, you will recognize the…
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2002 goodbyes
After much anguish, almond iced tea, and pseudo-breakdancing, I finished my senior project in creative nonfiction, a paper comparing the deaths of Princess Di and Elvis Presley, a paper on the film The Exorcist (8 pages! and I could’ve written more!), and a final exam on early British literature. The whole ordeal was murderous, I…
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Happy Turkey Genocide Day!
Just a note to let all know that I’m not dead yet though I kinda wish I were with school stabbing stabbing. Oh wow, I just found a piece of candy corn in my chair. Anyway, yeah, I’m feeling much better, thank you, but true deepsicklove waits. And what again?—site changes are on the way…
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nag champa sandwiches, zombies, and O.G.D6
I bought a box of Nag Champa incense today at a local witchshop and threw it without thought into my bag, right next to my lunch. Five hours later, I unassumingly took a bite of P ‘n’ J saturated with vile—the powerfume soaked through the box and past the sandwich baggie making for one nasty,…
Shouts
Shortish posts of personal updates + announcements.