New York
There is something sad, forlorn and mournful about Jesus, hanging on his tree, stretched muscles and sinews, ribs exposed and staring at the ivy covered brownstone next to graffitied factories under a gray clouded Brooklyn night, with no one to talk to. It seemed to me an error in reasoning
Twentysomething
"I'll be your fire escape where you sit and think about your day..." - The Postal Service - Brand New Colony
Twentysomething
A business philosopher would say (thus transforming interesting to uninteresting) "Why does the universe allow: improved technologies (such as the assembly line or the atom bomb) that will allow humans to age slower, extending their years so that the total mass of humanity's thoughts and intelligence can
Twentysomething
I went to Philadelphia this Saturday. Decided to go to the Live 8 concert. Claudia joined me stumbling onto East Broadway at 6:45 am in the gray morning
Twentysomething
#5 on the speed dial goes nowhere now. Only emotions left, swirling in the empty space – it's dangerous, those feelings.
New York
Ok, now that the summer is blazing I have to be blazin' a little bit too. Things on the summer list. * Save an assload of money. Goddammit, if the job is screwing me over (and hell, I gave up a 60K bonus for this shit?), then I just have
New York
My days at an internet startup consists of apologizing to clients for our woefully inadequate product, cajoling uninspired developers and DBAs to get something, anything done.
New York
My friend Jack is a cocaine user and he makes roughly 25K a year, doing temp work and various other jobs to "pay the bills".
New York
Jeez. I'm so pissed off at the mindless brain monkeys that surround me.
Fiction
Today words popped off my brain and into words. Too fast to construct effectively - I'll go back and flesh out and do surgery later. For now, just get the words.
New York
As I get older, I think I am more vain because I am more paranoid – the thought of being on the downturn of my physical possibilities is upsetting.
New York
I left work early on a beautiful gorgeous spring afternoon. I had to leave because of a bad back that was killing me – like a million small knives manned by a thousand spiders crawling into the crevice of my lower back, squeezing their way inside so that they're stabbing me inside-out.