A sharpie, a cleaver, and a toy plane in the middle of the sidewalk. There’s a good chance this story didn’t have a happy ending…
Song for a Punch in the Face
And once your clothes are soaked through, your money is dampened to pulp, and there is no prospect of finding any reprieve from being both wet and cold, you have to just keep singing. Because if you don’t, you might explode.
And because you have to remind the Universe that you’re still here.
BOOKS: Anastasia, by Vladimir Megré
In search of a method of how to extract a valuable nut oil found in the Russian taiga, the author comes upon a young beautiful forest recluse named Anastasia. She has been living there alone since she was a child, because her parents’ brains exploded when they got too close to a tree.
BOOKS: Red Mars, by Kim Stanley Robinson
“To be 21st Century scientists on Mars, in fact, but at the same time living within 19th-century social systems, based on 17th-century ideologies. It’s absurd, it’s crazy, it’s – it’s- … it’s unscientific! And so I say that among al the many things we transform on Mars, ourselves and our social reality should be among them. We must terraform not only Mars, but ourselves.” -Arkady Bogdanov, in ‘Red Mars,’ by Kim Stanley Robinson (pg 89)
Gentle Ways to be Encouraged to Pay your Library Fine
I was back in Vancouver, and making my rounds through the libraries to snatch up books I’d put on hold while I was away. It was going pretty well — #1 on the list was The Vital Question in preparation for a book club meeting I had in a few days — but it was…
Back in Compass, Drunk on Pen. Pants Quest: CONCLUSION
It should here be noted that all four new pens were obtained on a Thursday, which some of you might consider spooky … Kind of like how I only acquire new hats on days that I eat pizza, or how it rains if I step outside.
Enemy Days: the Rabbit, the Cross, the Sword, and the Stone
A rooster had been struck by a stray bolt of this lightning, and had grown to the size of a stallion. It crowed with a yearning for the blood of its enemies. Jesus crowed in answer, and so great was the thunder in his voice that every woman in sight of the mountain bore a child on the spot.
Pants and Peanuts
DAY 299 On Saturday I ate half a pound of peanuts. On Sunday I did the same. This food was supplemented by the complimentary breakfast that came with my hostel1; along with a Lindor Chocolate2 on Saturday and two apples on Sunday. On Sunday evening I walked back to my bed in the cold and…
Pants Quest. Broken Sandals. Poo in my Foot
My pants and sandals are falling apart. You may or may not be aware that I take great satisfaction in repairing things, and while I don’t claim to be good at it, I am usually good enough. And ‘good enough is perfect’ as they say, so by this philosophy you could argue that I am…
The True Cost of Justice (is a fork in the hand)
The simple act of eating ice cream can lead to all kinds of insights…
without a carrot…
Building a snowman all by yourself. Because your friends are lame, your parents are busy, and snowmen are awesome. Building a snowman isn’t quite as easy as we all seem to think. You might be saying: “I made snowmen when I was 5!” True. But your Dad was helping you. And when you were older,…