Late Fall 2009

Exerpt from my short "My White America" published in Haz-Mat zine, Seattle Washington. "One turn of the key and my 2006 Dodge Charger Daytona R/T came to life—bright yellow with black accent decals and a spoiler, its 350 hp engine purred as I eased the beast through my neighborhood. Through a neighborhood designed with such lack of creativity that each house was identical, their lawns groomed and their inhabitants eagerly peering out of the windows in anticipation of the mail man’s daily visit. I was heading out to the open highway via the mean streets of my town, I didn’t have much of a plan other than leaving some tire marks on the back of this trashy white cultural garbage pit."

mid March 2009

Today I found myself looking into a hole. There wasn't anything in it, nor was there anything interesting about the hole itself. It was just a hole, but never-the-less I found myself staring into it while looking simultaneously into four other holes in four different places. I kept thinking it was some kind of metaphor—like it represented something—but it was just a hole. A stupid hole so after an hour I left.

late February 2009

Penmenship isn't going to change, I quit.

January 2009

Unsatisified with my penmenship when it comes to numbers, I spent three days between Christmas and New Years trying to undo years of unstylish forms. Sometime during high school I noticed European's tendancy to cross their 7's. Looking for something that couold possibly make me just a bit kooler and help out with the ladies, I trained myself to not only cross the 7 but also the Z. All these years later my hand, in perfect unison with some node in my brain, easily produces the crossed 7's and Z's as if I had been born in Zurich. Now, so many years later, I feel compelled to assert my individuality in some new, neuanced fashion.

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