Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Am recording the radio, tinkering in the basement and wfuv is pumping it onto cassette...

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Could it be that all these status updates have been the result of a nervous tick i am now cured of?

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

This is colombo and ody, broadcasting from an undisclosed nj location researching future housing opps while consuming whiskey and sammiches!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Dan Aykroyd, you're ok by me!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Moment to brag: remember all that bad luck i was going through? The good luck came....i got into nyu's itp grad program at tisch. Boo ya!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

''The sun never knew how great it was until it hit the side of a building.'' -Louis Kahn

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Say what you will about daylight savings, but I think it's a great idea! That extra hour of sunlight does wonders for my tomato plants.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Google voice's voice-to-text transcription strikes again! ''The USB'' becomes ''A wee just beast.'' nice....
Does anyone else listen to Jonathan Schwartz's npr show on the weekends? This guy is the Andy Rooney of radio.

Friday, March 12, 2010

And if that burger wants to talk fresh, he can do it inthe principal's office!
Did lady gaga just jump the shark, or set foot on the moon?
test

Create the silliest

Create the silliest written word you possibly can, but separate certain codependent facts, so when one is revealed, its revelatory and the reader has a sense of accomplishment for "figuring you out." Next, eat a big piece of polypropylene, but don't forget to scratch an acorn with my garlic breath. Total realization of absurdity will proceed in five seconds. Total needle bearing psycho cyclops with one eye for laser beams, focus, rip the tools out of their boxes, send me out for milk and I won't give back the change.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Where lockets are kept

Where lockets are kept through looking glasses, weary of rockets billowing through the hand beneath my pillow chew through passes and put on my willowed sock, winnow the past and rock the night into my finger. Pulverized rhythm can't fight back from the overpowering voices, sounding like noisily deflating balloons. I look across a room to view the soiree, but halfway into my transversal traverse, the cantor feels me into a bathroom stall where weeping tomcats spend their last days as wallflowers. And this wall will fall, and all these walls will come down.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I'm Fitting the Pieces.

I'm fitting the pieces into a puzzle to which I have no guiding picture. The pieces are blue. I'm next to finishing the lasagna, please take filbert brushes into the acetone so they may be stripped and cauterized if necessary. Orange silliness induces a finger sore into the ages of a broken glass. For simple cares, I can fragment a class of gophers into new tires but shred those into tiny persuasions that fall into peoples' eyes as inspiration. Conservative and caring phonies line up around the block to mock the troubadours trying to lead an honest life.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Salaam Aleikum - Peace be upon you

I don't mean for anything in this book to necessarily make sense or be the truth. Fishing was a delight to wayward men singing in natural caves pounded into their bowl by millions of grains of sand. If a major source collapsed, would a catastrophic debacle ensue? I broke a gold bar in half, but I wouldn't call it broken. Fitting into sincere logos was always my downfall. We expect nothing but the earth to spin backwards Fans of the pebbles seem to validate my response to the Republicans.