Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is...– “Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines”, Pablo Neruda
This is a quiiick little slideshow featuring my photos from the past several years. My Nikon D40 just rolled over 9999 file saves, so maybe this dozen has something there. Full sets of my trips to Texas, Europe, and other various excursions are stashed on my hard drive.
Lived Labyrinths: Culture and Schizophrenia
6/8/2011 Lived Labyrinths: Culture and Schizophrenia “Ireneo Funes died in 1889, of a pulmonary congestion.” -Jorge Luis Borges, Ficciones, “Funes, the Memorious” We must take a serious look at the relationship between schizophrenia, a disorder of disintegration, and capitalism, an order of integration. At first glance, from a perspective that prioritizes exclusively reason as the...
House of Leaves
House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski wrecked me during my freshmen year. The book was too… immense at the time. The next year, I sought out a professor who was teaching a class which featured HoL as a primary text. With a little more experience under my belt, I was pleased to produce this essay. I’m apparently struggling with tumblr to make my footnotes work properly. It’ll get...
The Fire, The Light, Cairo
This is the first of my retrospective posts. I will be posting some of the work I have done in the past three years for class, with my name removed of course, as a venue for an exploration into my own interests and the continuing trajectory of my writing and art. For my creative writing class last spring I found myself inspired by the revolutionary movements in the Middle East. I had no idea...
Diy rim painting. Originally I had considered the theft of my former front wheel a terrible loss. Now, I see that it’s just a great excuse for more diy projects for the bike. The paint looks better than the finish on the eighthinch amelia wheel I had as my backup wheel.