I Can Only Picture Myself in a Corporate Job.

There, I said it. Despite encouraging comments from folks who, even with their broad experience, seem to find me unique and possessed of a “clear personal brand”...I cannot imagine a life in which the responsibility for my income falls solely on my shoulders. I hate to say it, but my disagreements with the corporation I... Continue Reading →

Wayback Weekend – Finale

Creating has always been a solitary process for me. Truthfully, I envy those folks who are adventurous and mentally unfettered enough to throw innovation spaghetti at the wall alongside other people, and watch the non-viable strands flop unattractively to the floor without a second thought. So I'm ending my string of Wayback Weekends with what... Continue Reading →

And Now, for Something Completely Different.

[[Currently listening to: Magnetic Fields - Realism (a recent local music store find). It's not quite like anything else I've heard. I think I'm digging it.]]I've practically made a pastime out of bitching about working in a call center. But now, for something completely different. Truth is, if I ever get out of here, I... Continue Reading →

Throwback Bonus

It’s a long weekend so here’s a bonus throwback! This is the furthest back we’ve gone. As a kid I learned to write pop songs by setting classic poetry to music. I think I was barely fifteen when I put this one together. Plus, as followers of this blog already know, I have a thing... Continue Reading →

Wayback Weekend #5

My high school's production of Christina Rossetti's "Goblin Market" was a bittersweet allegory for all the folderol going on with me at the time (not to mention that our theater department opted for an interpretation that was a veritable pastiche of Bowie's Jareth, Peter Pan's Lost Boys, Robert Smith, A Midsummer Night's Dream, and the... Continue Reading →

Pitfalls of a Parasocial Variety.

Aside from a passing glance at Those Magazines near the grocery store checkout, or seeing the occasional news feed headline, I generally don’t follow celebrity gossip. I don’t watch housewives or socialites. What I do get, I get incidentally. Nevertheless, it pains me to say that, as relentlessly logical and evenhanded as I try to... Continue Reading →

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You broke my heart, girl,All those years later,The way you malignedHow we once basked togetherIn our primal state,Hair like streamers,Commune of the crimson lipstick.You talked like a savior Sprung you from a gangOr scrubbed you clean of a cult; You talked like spirits had been to blame,Like evil had been in us - when really,That... Continue Reading →

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