Monthly Archives: June 2003

Something really weird just happened. I was on the bus, and this little old Indian-looking man turned to me and said “Are you a student?” When he found out that I went to Yale, he got me to come up … Continue reading →

I realized that there’s still nothing under “Love,” so I decided I might as well rehash all the stunted and failed romantic experiences of my life, in other words, all of the romantic experiences in my life. The earliest entanglement … Continue reading →

This is a new poetic form I just made up. It’s a cross between a sestina and a Steve Reich phase. The content is based on an emotional fantasy I’ve had since eighth grade: of sitting somewhere with someone, just … Continue reading →

I just posted a whole bunch of back-dated entries pulled from my livejournal. It’s nice to have easily indexed categories for them. Enjoy!

I just finished reading Vonnegut’s Bluebeard, and I am absolutely blown away. A happy ending? This really rocks my world. For some reason I’ve identified with Vonnegut a lot lately–not so much directly with the subject matter, but with the … Continue reading →

And maybe someday this will be (like others that were sweet before) Another painful memory. A thought that once contented me Is now a great mnemonic chore, And maybe someday this will be Another glass epiphany That shatters when it … Continue reading →

I’m thinking of writing a short story featuring a character who is extremely disillusioned with life. Here are some things I’d imagine he/she would say: Life is like reading a great work of literature and marvelling at the symbolism and … Continue reading →

There are some 500 memos with my name on them floating around the world. Muwahaha. Haha. hah. I feel so powerful. The memos are in Austin, Dallas, New York, DC, Moscow, Beijing, Singapore, and London. Why are they better-traveled than … Continue reading →

The clouds were beautiful today–very dark gray, but rent with sunlight. Around 7:30 tonight the sky looked absolutely amazing. I still haven’t started packing for my weekend trip. Oh well, have toothbrush, will travel, right?

In many ways it was perfect: Your smiles echoed mine, vainly suppressed. You were my reflection, To be touched but never embraced. Everything I saw I saw with you in view You central, you peripheral, You. But now I see … Continue reading →