My writer’s block is a hypercube. @towelboy via Twitter
* Sigh. * What the hack happened to my Crew? It’s like how I can be bored or listless during an entire party but once everyone leaves or goes to sleep, suddenly I get a third wind and am looking for some action at 4 AM. That’s what this website has become, the last remnants of a party where I’m the only one still up doing shit. Of course, that’s not entirely true. Stephanie brings the Serious God Knowledge every Thursday. She fills my spiritual silences with songs of inspiration. Noelie’s doing his staying in the bedroom with Shannon as much as possible thing. Doug’s doing his going to someday run a school for Melchizedeks thing. Attila’s doing his keeping it real on the mean streets of Beacon thing. Staci is doing her kinky things. Chris Kozma is doing…weight lifting, presumably? It’s The Crew! the original comic episodes remain as brilliant and completely ignored as ever. We have one more old season to post and then that’s it. There hasn’t been any new panels since 2008. Holy fuck, do you remember 2008? I don’t. Not off hand. I’m certainly not going to look back now.
The only people who apparently still read my posts fall into one or more of the following categories:
1) People who got here from an image search and/or people who got here on an image search but actually read the article in which the image is contained.
2) A few close friends.
3) The occasional person who searched a term that linked to one of these articles.
4) Facebookers who found the title of a post intriguing enough to click the link.
5) Snoops and spies.
6) Supra-terrestrial intelligences.
7) The One Mind.
I Am Not a Writer
My poetry is weak.
I don’t actively hone my craft.
My only book is co-self-published. The origin of the concept was not mine.
I haven’t completed any of the numerous ideas I have for books.
I have a self-destructive side that tells me I am not good enough to write long, interwoven narratives and subplots, despite the fact that they flow freely in my mind.
I constantly compare/contrast myself to others.
I do not discipline myself to write every single day.
I don’t read enough.
I tell people I’m a “writer.”
Sometimes I care too much about what the audience will think.
I lack self-confidence.
I am not a writer.
I’m a mediocre hack.
These words, proverbial,
Like a monkey on my back.
Summer 2012 recap:
Briefly hung out with Bobby.
Largo with Mom and Dad for 10 days.
Orlando with Pepe for one night.
Home Instruction for a student all through July.
Curriculum Writing 3 days at work + 1 day of software training + 3 days of room setup.
Helped Rachel paint at the new house. Will’ve helped Russ and Rachel move stuff from storage and attend the housewarming party.
Visited Cory & Anthony in Cape Cod for three days.
Saw some of the Perseids meteor shower.
Hung out with Brian at a bar in NYC for his birthday.
Watched stand-up comedy in Brooklyn with Doug.
Made a round of doctors visits.
Spent some days on the beach.
Spent some nights in a pool and hot tub whirlpool.
One of my grandmothers died four days ago.
Brainstormed with Kevin for a web series.
Saw The Dark Knight Rises with Noelie, Shannon and Attila.
Saw Becky & Ben at Turtle Stone Brewery headquarters.
Spent quality time with my cat, Clemens.
Took many hikes at Tourne Park where I mostly listened to Joe Rogan podcasts and old forgotten favorites on the 16 GB iPod nano.
Spent quality time with Diane and Taylor.
Did not talk to or see Dokuhime.
Completed the first two books in A Song of Ice and Fire and watched both seasons. Still reading Dolores Cannon’s book The Three Waves of Volunteers and The New Earth, A Comic Book History of Comics, and Earth: The Book. And as always a pile of other books waiting for their turn.
Apparently I’m being sued. (Long story.)
Bought some toys.
Galactic @ Camden Waterfront
Dr. Dog: Be The Void @ Central Park
Peter Gabriel: So – Back to Front @ Philly
Dad returning to Vineland for the first time after leg amputation.
Nani’s memorial service in October.
A weekend camp-out in the fall.
The Who: Quadrophenia and more @ Newark
The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey directed by Peter Jackson
Trying not to get depressed around the holidays.
sensual, silent, surreptitious
ouroboros sheds scales
the scent on bifed
constricted meals swallowed
Towel Boy is a pseudonymph.