18 November 2009
Last night's dream

I was in Turku going to some weird street fair/music festival. I saw my Aunt Ellen there, and she had a large shaggy brown dog that spoke English. The dog was Swedish but spoke with a great American accents. We hit it off pretty well and my Aunt offered to give me the dog. She (the dog) seemed to want to live with me instead of my Aunt so I took her home but told her I wouldn't be able to give her my full attention. She was fine with that, though when she leaned on me, her paws had long claws that dug into my arm.

05 November 2009

Dalston market, London.

27 October 2009

Queens Park rail station, Glasgow, Scotland.

25 October 2009
24 October 2009

I stayed in Govan for two months in the summer of 2004 and totally fell in love with Glasgow. I ended up living there for 3 years (though not in Govan) and still have much affection for the place. There was something that felt amazing to me that summer about this place - perhaps it was just the first time I ever properly considered living in a place that wasn't home -- but it also had something to do I think with the look/feel/sounds/smells of the city. Coming back this visit, after being away for a year, it's a bit of a jolt that first day back when I walked down into a metro station and feel that whole 2004 feeling again. Though, it's fleeting, and after two days it disappears.

09 October 2009

The usual mobile phone-quality snapshots you've come to love from me.

02 October 2009
01 October 2009
09 September 2009
02 September 2009
01 September 2009
Last night's dream

My friend Juuso and I were in the East German town of Frankfort-Oder, trying to hitchhike to the far side of Poland. We saw a Chinese truck stopped, and the driver, a Chinese man dressed like a garbage man, was smoking. I approached him and asked if we could hitch and he said yes. We got in the truck - Juuso in the front seat and me in the back, and made small talk. He told me his name but it was something Chinese so I forgot it. Suddenly I realised we were driving through Pittsburgh so I started shouting out landmarks and other things - and I got excited by it. I insisted that we stop for the night and stay with my parents - the other two guys weren't so into it, but I talked them into it by promising lots of free food. We actually stopped at my aunt Janice's house, where some family gathering was going on. The three of us sat in her living room and everyone said Hi, though no one seemed particularly surprised or excited to see me (which irritated me). In fact, everyone was running around and shouting at each other and ignoring us. I made smalltalk with the Chinese truck driver and again asked him his name. He said it was Philniekro. I said "like the baseball player?" and he said "I guess so" since they don't really follow baseball in China. I started to tell him about how I always drove past Phil Niekro's hometown on I-70 in Ohio and there was a billboard about it, but then I stopped telling him because I realised he didn't care. Juuso asked me if all the Fails were this crazy but I explained that this was my mom's side of the family, so I was the only Fail present.

01 September 2009

As witty as this is, it fails to refer to the epic brutality of the Keith David/R. Piper fight scene, probably the longest in cinematic history.

30 August 2009
27 August 2009
24 August 2009
20 August 2009
Oulipo n+7 text (derived from Mutipoia 3 workshop)

It started with a giant musicology but it didn't end there. The digital woodman, casting a small resistance foreclosure of resolutely immobile upbringings into a ragtag bandit of makeshift homily entertainment Boxing Days, smirks from its governmentally-enshrined anthology. I want to eat, please let me eat the goldenrod. Airbus is heavy and thick. Walking past the generic living quarterns of the vinaigrette, we entered the vast wormwood of gargle ploys and beerhouses. It's enough to block the olfactory embaras of the blueings you are trying to find. Is it the birdlimes who are flying over? Outside the barricades kill play hieroglyphic. From there we walked to the edition of the vinaigrette, to the arboreal scuttle known as the Pensioner's Allodium. Towards your internal compatriot's magnetic Soviet, you scrape your knuckledusters on the fecund underexposure. A blind personnel in you understands more than you think. Dark sticky flummox in barricades tremble.

14 August 2009
12 August 2009
05 August 2009
29 July 2009

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