For Halloween my brother Bear, aged eleven almost twelve, will to be a Death Angel, the dearheart, complete with e v i l. Below is a photo of me and my best shot at Jim from 28 Days Later. Just couldn’t shave my head or justify buying a one-time use wig (and I didn’t even…
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catching up
Sometime in 2000 Fargo-friend Luke asked if I went to the Marilyn Manson concert. I probably snickered. I remember being curious but not enough to pay to stand in one spot at the seats-only venue, especially without being a fan. I would’ve been bored. Probably would’ve broken something. “You missed out,” Luke told me, and…
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the therebefore
Friday after work I drove to Fargo doubting, was I doing the right thing? hanging onto seven years that hang and hold me. One of the very few things that happened that happened in The Teaching Emotion is that a nobody band named AFI played in a basement in West Fargo, North Dakota, September 27,…
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last long
Check it—I have the IN-TER-NET. It was a long and difficult two and some weeks, but I have survived, and may even be slightly better for it. I’m all moved into my übercool apartment which is shaping up ship with my collage-crazy way of having my way. I also pull busted things off boulevards. The…
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disparity key
I listen to music I like. I often read liner notes at least once and attend shows like a fiend. But I am not a fan girl. I rarely know the names of individual performers and nine times out of ten the first time I see them (what they look like at all) is when…
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introducing the lonely parts
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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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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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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deferral of the inevitable with (dinosaur) adventures in 3D
So technically this time—Sunday Sunday Sunday—is reserved for me to begin my senior paper project of a nonfictive creative nature with as-of-yet undetermined content. But I don’t know what to do (what the hell am I going to do??) so that’s right—deepsicks gets an update. Um… let’s see. Underworld was fantastic, spectacular amazing electrifying and…
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Things To Bring: Ticket, Earplugs, Aspirin, Sweat, Pen, Paper, Awe
Tomorrow at seven a.m. I embark on a nine-hour journey via Greyhound to Chicago to see Underworld, the techno-electro pulse-trigger god brigade who in my circa six years of listening to them have provided nights on end of mediation and dancing around my room like everyone’s watching, not to mention imbued within my writing the…