So, my Flickr account is all but dead and mostly because I'm killing it with my lack of posts. Whatever. Maybe my hipsterly camera kung-fu is finally over.
On the other hand, eleven days in and there are eleven little story bits over at 405 (click here!). Some are lazy, others less so...
...and today, writer Warren Ellis posts a link to this interview with writer William Gibson, and it's all the encouragement to continue.
354 to go, and it's all because of Henry Rollins and now William Gibson!
Showing posts with label warren ellis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label warren ellis. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Monday, January 3, 2011
Junk Drawer
I'm listening to Isis's IN THE ABSENCE OF TRUTH right now after nearly posting a whiny rant about the band breaking up. I only just now discovered this, the end of the band. Which is terrible. But I posted a clumsy bit on why I love Isis over on Flickr...
This year I'm not optimistic at all, nor even realistic. 2011 will probably suck. Already, in 2011, the DMV is winning again, my car is falling apart more, and my wallet is crying. Boo-hoo, right? Anyway:
This year I'm going to do a bit of a 365 thing again, but because I'm pretty sick of myself still, I'm telling you about things I love. Because, well, I love me already, and a lot of people need better pop culture bits in their life that don't have the words 'gaga' or 'lakers' in them. Click here, there are two already, the aforementioned Isis and writer Neil Gaiman.
On the latter, I'm trying to study Gaiman's work. Because it would be fun to dissect his comics and novels and children's books and even blog posts. And at the same time, as I begin with NEVERWHERE, I'm wondering why am I doing it aside from my secret obvious reason? I think there's an underlying thread through all of his work that says something to me about our world; even in Wall or The Dreaming there are aspects of our universe. I kick myself for not being more academic over the years. Anyway, as it is, at the very least, I get to re-read some of the best stories I've ever read anywhere.
January is only three days old and already I know it won't be the end of all the personal life bullshit from last year. "So it goes..."
I'm not prone to body image issues. Sure, I complain about the few gray hairs I have, about my belly being too big for its own good, and, man, if I was only six inches taller! but I don't really take it to the next level, you know, when you start obsessing over it (if the folk I knew would just fucking stop that already!). I took a picture and immediately deleted it last night. That's it.
Saw David O. Russell's THE FIGHTER. Which was absolutely fucking great! I would totally have added it to my list if I had six spaces in it. So, let's see, Top Ten Movies: BLACK SWAN, THE SOCIAL NETWORK, INCEPTION, NEVER LET ME GO, SCOTT PILGRIM VS THE WORLD, THE FIGHTER... see? that's it! Whatever, go see it before it's out of theaters!
When Golden and I were recently on the phone, the two of us on the verge of tears for different reasons, I told her I wanted to give myself something new. I haven't traveled in a long time and I want to again. I love traveling. I love traveling alone most of all because I am better without people that way. Truth be told, the last trip I took I enjoyed the most was the alone bits in Dallas and San Diego and New York. But these places, I've been to and I want something new. I want to go to Seattle again, and Chicago, and again to Philadelphia. I never once imagined going anywhere else in the United States than these places. However, on my browser there is an open tab with a list that includes New Orleans, Austin, Cleveland, and Denver. Also, London would be lovely.
(Hm that last paragraph reminds me of Warren Ellis's COUNTDOWN TO AN EARLY GRAVE.)
I'm not sure what compelled me to jot all this down.
This year I'm not optimistic at all, nor even realistic. 2011 will probably suck. Already, in 2011, the DMV is winning again, my car is falling apart more, and my wallet is crying. Boo-hoo, right? Anyway:
This year I'm going to do a bit of a 365 thing again, but because I'm pretty sick of myself still, I'm telling you about things I love. Because, well, I love me already, and a lot of people need better pop culture bits in their life that don't have the words 'gaga' or 'lakers' in them. Click here, there are two already, the aforementioned Isis and writer Neil Gaiman.
On the latter, I'm trying to study Gaiman's work. Because it would be fun to dissect his comics and novels and children's books and even blog posts. And at the same time, as I begin with NEVERWHERE, I'm wondering why am I doing it aside from my secret obvious reason? I think there's an underlying thread through all of his work that says something to me about our world; even in Wall or The Dreaming there are aspects of our universe. I kick myself for not being more academic over the years. Anyway, as it is, at the very least, I get to re-read some of the best stories I've ever read anywhere.
January is only three days old and already I know it won't be the end of all the personal life bullshit from last year. "So it goes..."
I'm not prone to body image issues. Sure, I complain about the few gray hairs I have, about my belly being too big for its own good, and, man, if I was only six inches taller! but I don't really take it to the next level, you know, when you start obsessing over it (if the folk I knew would just fucking stop that already!). I took a picture and immediately deleted it last night. That's it.
Saw David O. Russell's THE FIGHTER. Which was absolutely fucking great! I would totally have added it to my list if I had six spaces in it. So, let's see, Top Ten Movies: BLACK SWAN, THE SOCIAL NETWORK, INCEPTION, NEVER LET ME GO, SCOTT PILGRIM VS THE WORLD, THE FIGHTER... see? that's it! Whatever, go see it before it's out of theaters!
When Golden and I were recently on the phone, the two of us on the verge of tears for different reasons, I told her I wanted to give myself something new. I haven't traveled in a long time and I want to again. I love traveling. I love traveling alone most of all because I am better without people that way. Truth be told, the last trip I took I enjoyed the most was the alone bits in Dallas and San Diego and New York. But these places, I've been to and I want something new. I want to go to Seattle again, and Chicago, and again to Philadelphia. I never once imagined going anywhere else in the United States than these places. However, on my browser there is an open tab with a list that includes New Orleans, Austin, Cleveland, and Denver. Also, London would be lovely.
(Hm that last paragraph reminds me of Warren Ellis's COUNTDOWN TO AN EARLY GRAVE.)
I'm not sure what compelled me to jot all this down.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Crooked Little Vein
"If even half of what you’ve told me about yourself is true, you should’vs turned into the world’s biggest asshole years ago. But you’re sweet and you’re funny and you don’t give up. You know how hard it is, finding someone in this town who’s still determined?"
- Warren Ellis, CROOKED LITTLE VEIN
- Warren Ellis, CROOKED LITTLE VEIN
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Girl
girl, i love...
...the way my tee shirt fits you; the way you hold out your hand in the mornings for the first embrace; how you smile when i say something i don't mean to be funny; the way you twist your hair when you're thinking; how very much you laugh when your favorite movie's on; how you drink a cup of hot chocolate; when you say thanks after i make you breakfast; the way you look at me, even when you're pissed at something wrong i did; how you read, serious and stern; when you browse the electronic bins at the record shop; when you read the comic books i know you'll like; when you listen to your new favorite band; when we argue about what's inconsequential; when you accept my apology; when you tell me it's going to be better tomorrow; when you tell me how today's all we have; when you concentrate and furrow your brow; when you turn the stereo to loud; when you try on that new pair of jeans; when we walk along the beach; when you telephone me and say you got home alright; when you call me and ask me how i am; when we plan a trip; how much you care; the way your daughter talks to you; the way we're not polar opposites; and when you say you'll miss me when i'm gone.
warren ellis: 'Another day down the mines of our lives. We drink 'til we stink and smoke 'til we choke because that's how we get things done, you and me. Spending our lives making things and making things out of our lives, because anything else would be dull as hell. And we're damned if we're going to sit at the other end of whatever years we get saying, well, what the fuck was that for? Years of scars, lipstick, and tears. And every day the dawn comes on we turn our eyes up in surprise, saying: there's that goddamn sun again.'
(c) 2008
...the way my tee shirt fits you; the way you hold out your hand in the mornings for the first embrace; how you smile when i say something i don't mean to be funny; the way you twist your hair when you're thinking; how very much you laugh when your favorite movie's on; how you drink a cup of hot chocolate; when you say thanks after i make you breakfast; the way you look at me, even when you're pissed at something wrong i did; how you read, serious and stern; when you browse the electronic bins at the record shop; when you read the comic books i know you'll like; when you listen to your new favorite band; when we argue about what's inconsequential; when you accept my apology; when you tell me it's going to be better tomorrow; when you tell me how today's all we have; when you concentrate and furrow your brow; when you turn the stereo to loud; when you try on that new pair of jeans; when we walk along the beach; when you telephone me and say you got home alright; when you call me and ask me how i am; when we plan a trip; how much you care; the way your daughter talks to you; the way we're not polar opposites; and when you say you'll miss me when i'm gone.
warren ellis: 'Another day down the mines of our lives. We drink 'til we stink and smoke 'til we choke because that's how we get things done, you and me. Spending our lives making things and making things out of our lives, because anything else would be dull as hell. And we're damned if we're going to sit at the other end of whatever years we get saying, well, what the fuck was that for? Years of scars, lipstick, and tears. And every day the dawn comes on we turn our eyes up in surprise, saying: there's that goddamn sun again.'
(c) 2008
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