Just when I thought my brain was going to explode from the pressure of a ridiculous deadline, the client revises their schedule and pushes it back by 10+ days… whew. The funny thing about stress like that, is that it no longer manifests in me like it used to. The teeth-on-edge, walking in a grey…
Category Archives: Cranky Bodhisattva
What to do with pain.
What to do with pain? This is the question I am asking myself right this minute. I already know what the Right answer is: view pain with mindfulness and equanimity. This is something that I have known for some time and managed to practice it with limited success. Until just recently, I had never come…
Need to know
Do you need to know? This is part of my conundrum. It is my duty to provide content to the great beast but what is right to share? Dare I say something I wouldn’t shout in the street? The topic I have been contemplating lately is the future of the human culture and how it…
Walking Wombded
On Mondays he often found himself desiring a return to the womb. It would become apparent as he was making his morning coffee. Always, at some interval between micro-tasks, the realization would float to the surface. The faucet ran, he with empty carafe in hand and immobile, staring out and beyond the shredded-wheat, martian landscape…
Deth Killer
Deth Killer was here earlier. Stanley’s not smiling. He’s wiping up spilled ammonia from the bar. He was looking for you. Me? What the fuck? I didn’t ask. Whaddya want. Not a question. Stanley never asked. Statement. Ahm, mentholated shitsturber, Stan. Nods and turns to the supplies. Stanley is back with an organic vapour visor…
I had totally forgotten about this waste of time.
And then I saw it again. An embarassment.
ego, narrative, self-censorship and tits.
Tits. This entry started as a short manifesto on the word ‘tits’ and the sorts of breasts that it elicits in my mind when I encounter it. It was kind of funny, riddled with double-entendres and awful puns, and at the same time somewhat revealing as to a small portion of my mental process. Then,…
5 Stupid Trends To Watch For In 2009
I always feel vaguely ripped off when I even have to impress a blog or news headline that promises a “top 10″ or “5 predictions” and “trends to watch for”. These things are everywhere – and if you were to take all of the reasons why, threw them into a pot and boiled the shit…
I tweet
- @TheOnion has some kind of 5-page limit and a subscription-only policy now? Is this a joke? What the hell were those ads for?25/11/11 - 6:20 PM
- Alex spent two weeks battling the beavers who'd erected a lodge directly in the spring-fed pond from when his drinking water was drawn.24/11/11 - 8:22 PM
- Breathe the diesel fumes, seabreeze, woodsmoke, emmissions and fog. Arresting and absorbed.01/11/11 - 12:03 AM
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