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A couple of years ago I was in my once and future home town - when I looked up and saw the large letters that had been erected upon Fort Howe. There, in blazing, white—reminding one and all the name of our city (in case we forgot) were the words AINT JOHN.

I knew at that moment that this would be the title of something, perhaps my next lifetime.

pro-con-in-re-de-fusion

This is me. I’m waving to you from far down the drunken, gray ribbon of heaved and florae-cracked sidewalk. See me now? The human. Yes, that’s me. Hi. I know that sometimes it can be hard to see someone at such a distance. Today the shimmer from the sun-blasted cityscape micro-climate is molesting the paths…

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…

A new man and building

People like to joke that the only two things in life that are certain are death and taxes. This may be true for some, but for me the one constant that quite literally defines existence is change. Change is occurring every moment and in every conceivable and also every inconceivable measure of reality. The entire…

The Andy Griffith Toilet

Vintage tumblr content from April 7, 2008 This morning I awoke, in the usual way, from a very strange dream. In this dream I had been preparing/ordering a large and varied meal of brightly coloured dishes all served in white tupperware and styrofoam clamshell packs. The meal was being delivered by speedboat. It seemed strange…

Is it new?

Many things are new. For one, this blog… I guess that’s what it is. New? You might ask. No! You may protest. But then, it does look different, doesn’t it? That’s one thing – I’ve migrated to using the Headway framework with WordPress (on the recommendation of my sweet friend Jessica) and you will be…

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…

Cars

Everyone who could, continued. That left many paused in stunned silence. Pilston paused just beyond the entrance to the breakwater. The sopping roar that scratched the jet of air far over his head pulled at the fabric of his windbreaker. The car had brought him here. At the bottom of the puddled concrete stair, the…

Mr. Clean

Open flood gate. Hark Hark. I look up. Old guy rockin’ tha Capt Highliner av waves a rack of fingers. Who the fuck says “hark” anymore? That’s fuckin’ shakespearean bible right there, bitch. His expression is linkdead. I crack up. Dude is totally AFK. Maybe shock. We rise past him. He tweets me, ‘floodgate’. Weird….

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More crackstory

Gaggleplexy. This is the new term that Doc used to describe the state he is in. He sits there, legs crossed, eyes crossed, testicles crossed. He is urgently grunting in extreme pain. We do not raise an arm to assist him. We can’t, physically – we’re goofed out and thinking this is the funniest thing…