Friday, September 26, 2008

The Craft


A good writer takes notes.
Constantly observing the world around him* and compiling all those little things into knowledge. A good writer takes a little bit of trivia and weaves it into his story, deftly adding richness to the tale, without coming across as cloying. The little things that create a new world in your mind, and
A good writer, like Charles Bukowski, lets a little thing slip, he slips it right in there into your frontal lobe so quick and slippery that you don’t even notice. It’s the little things that bring you in, and Bukowski would give you the little things in spades. Things like how hard it is to lay a turd while you’re hooped up on goofballs, or what kind of bloomers those whores from the docks used to wear in the 40s.

A Bad Writer reads a news story about some guy having a stroke while laying a turd and then turns it into an entire episode of CSI: MIAMI.

*women aren’t good writers**. They write trite murder mysteries, children’s books about magical dragons, softcore porn starring rugged manual labourers, and


** Margaret Atwood is a great writer, so was Flannery O'Connor and M. Summersault’s Mom was really great too. Good isn’t “Great”. It’s “Good”. Or “Well”. Who was a dude.

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Monday, September 15, 2008

You lose...always.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Found Jesus on Facebook

Or rather, he found me...yup, thanks to the magic of facebook my middle school "boyfriend" Jesus tracked me down. Don't tell Kyle though, b/c he thinks he is my first boyfriend ever. In middle school our PE teacher called him Jesus -- like the english pronunciation, not Hey-suz, like the spanish way.

Actually it was pretty cool to see what became of him -- he went to fancy private high school -- Central Catholic -- not ghetto Parkrose. But he's in the Navy, married, kid, all that jazz. I need to update my profile so that I seem more cool and interesting.