It was around this time three Saturdays ago that I flew into Louis Armstrong International and began my 8th year. "I am large, I contain multitudes." ~ Walt Whitman The first month of every move is an, at times, awkward mix of emotions and thoughts. I'm excited to explore a new city, but sad to … Continue reading Three Weeks In
I arrived in New Orleans 3:15, local time, an hour later than scheduled due to storms in my layover city, Houston. Upon setting foot in NOLA, I found a cab and met the new roommate at our apartment. She had already warned me that, thanks to Hurricane Isaac’s visit earlier in the week, our apartment … Continue reading Welcome to New Orleans: Another 48 Hours
In walks this girl and she sits next to me. For whatever reason, I decided to chat her up. I blame the whiskey.
One of the most prominent novelists of his age, F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote what some consider the definitive American novel, yet gnawing at the edge of his talent was an addiction that would eventually overshadow his greatest achievements.
There is so much going on in the world now that I feel I should write a post. About SOPA, about Romney (or the other Republican "candidates"), or even about a certain TV Show that I'd like to see saved. All are topics I've been mentally writing posts about for awhile. But, I'm having a … Continue reading Blogging Like A Goddamn Motherfucking Champ (working off the hypothesis that more people read my posts when there is swearing in the title)
Well, I'm pooped. This weekend, the Emerald City was visited by none other than living rockstar, Jacky Dustin, lead singer of the August. Nashville can't have all the fun. She and her friend were here to surprise another friend for her birthday, and I tagged along on some sightseeing, then to a couple spots in … Continue reading A Friendly Visit
Well, I'm here. And I've been walking a lot. Even when my knee starts to hurt and I can feel the swelling inside, I keep walking. There's too much to see and my insatiable thirst for 'new' just keeps me going. I've probably walked 10 to 15 miles in the past three days here, and … Continue reading Whiskey in Seattle
She was a pretty little chick, living on his arm, blonde and brunette in the same breath. He accused her of believing in God and silenced the room like blasphemy and this was the woman he kissed. But she was just a woman and still a viable target for his scorn. “Do you know what … Continue reading A Critical Comparison of Gymnasts, One-Legged and One-Eyed: An Eisegesis