My occupation is that of a cartographer.  I draw detailed maps of local utility features, which is as boring as it sounds.  Every once in a while, though, I’m able to design some very nice and very pretty maps, usually for public presentations.  There is a lot of art in making maps, even for engineering purposes.  Knowledge of chromatic interaction is necessary, as well as an ability to communicate complex themes through monochromatic media.  Then there is restraint. At times you just h... Read Full Story

This is a character me and two very valued friends dreamt up over the course of some years. The original idea has changed quite a bit in two years. “Give me a pitcher’a somethin’.” “Ok, do you like ambers…? Are you in the mood for something a little more hoppy with a nuttier finish…?” “Just put beer in a pitcher. Thanks.” “Sure. Glasses?” “One.” His hair spiked up at random and held a few refugee snowflakes from the storm outside. Dozer Lee doe... Read Full Story

Thank you God, for the delete button.  Seriously, all of you, even the prickly atheists/terrorists say something nice about the diety of your choice for saving you from the rambly horseshit I almost foisted upon your reader service. It was complete and undeniable crap. It hurts me to even think I typed it. I’m going to go burn my fingertips off on the stove. I’m going to amputate my fingers and grind salt into the stumps so that new and awful-thing-typing fingers do not regrow in ... Read Full Story

As you have noticed, or maybe have not, I have been playing around with sort of goofy fictional stuff. This is to remove the heavy and punishing thoughts of how in the fuck I will manage to graduate this goddamn school any time soon.  Some days I see myself going to school forever. I am not good in a bogged down situation. I never have been.  Once the tactical situation is no longer dynamic, I got nothing. Anyway, the characters I’ve been messing around with have all been alias’ I... Read Full Story

They say he was lost into the sun and he turned himself north and he left without and within to be alone forever and away.  They say he was dead and that he may be dead and that he will never die.  They said they saw him move upon the earth and under the earth and that he was older than the earth and was the earth before form found the chondrites of creation and found him as elementals, iron and nickel and heavy rare earth minerals. “Who is that?” I asked the howling wild animal c... Read Full Story

Goddamn it. The computer, it is stolen. The room mates, they claim no knowledge. There is a rageful and prideful place in me offended by belligerent acts such as these. Luckily, I have the cash to replace it, but that does not make this any easier. I hate them, whoever they are. I should probably go back to the gym again. Lately the running has been useless, so I stopped. Who has time to run ten miles, I ask rhetorically. Not this guy. I certainly have Things To Do. I have been hitting the we... Read Full Story

Last night I was fucking hammered. I got home, but it was ugly. It always is. I’m seeing everything in triplicate and the carbon is staining the periphery. They used to use lead in carbon copies.  Then they fixed it, but lots of them were radioactive. My cousins have a beautiful and fascinating counter top with one zoned Uvarovite crystal right around where my eggs were sitting. It’s a beauty and distracting. But it’s just a counter top. I pored over it for hours, like a cra... Read Full Story

That title has a ring to it.  I may use it for something some day. Have you ever seen a diesel engine run away with itself? It’s a rare condition, and one that only effects diesels. Diesels have no electrical ignition system, no spark you can killswitch and no wires you can unplug.  If they have air and fuel, they run. Diesels are beautiful machines. I saw a Caterpillar run off, once. It had an oil leak in the turbo.  The engine ran hotter and faster, sucking in more fuel and speeding i... Read Full Story

Got my bike out of the shop. Not the one I pedal, the fireball orange one with the motor. It is a motorbike, one could say. I am happy about this.  It needs to spend the night with the battery charging. The bike needs some work.  It needs a tuneup. It needs a bath. Thus doth the pot blackguard the kettle. Goddamn you Wild Turkey! (1) I’m going to sit here and get drunk. That’s plan A. I was going to stay sober whatfor I could ride the bike. The bike needs work. Goddamn you, bike. ... Read Full Story

So, I’ve been forced to write poetry.  I think the point of poetry is basically to remove plot from prose, the more the better. I find the process ridiculous. Want to know how to write poetry? It’s easy. Remove most of the important words and insert line breaks at random. For instance:     Dramamine is the end of any real travel   There’s no one here, just the glow Of sun in blades Through the pulled shades. A living room is couches and chairs and ridiculous things ... Read Full Story