the fortress.

I'm drinking strong coffee and writing an essay about Weegee. I guess I didn't post much for this month of November, but I've been busy, you know.

Sometimes in the dark hours of one's life we cope in strange ways. The stress will keep stinging you all over like a bodysuit of bees until something snaps in your mind and you start doing something, building something. A fort! Random things are brought together and wrapped up in blankets, sheets and towels to create a space, one that didn't exist before. And you inhabit that space, which may be small and uncomfortable, but it feels secure. And you sleep in it, and then wake up and perfect it some more. Further fortify it against everything. The fort must be solid and strong! We shall pack some rations for the coming night, and make sure the entrance can be sealed from within. That way the in can stay in and the out can stay out.

But eventually I destroyed the fort. I woke up and made some coffee and looked at the cacoon that filled my living room like Richard Dreyfus's mock mountain, and I knew it couldn't exist anymore. I did not want to inhabit that space. So I dismantled it, returning my apartment to the way it was. Now I look back on the rise and fall of the fort, and I can't help but laugh.

You've gotta ask yourself...

Which David Bowie are you?

My test revealed that I am Berlin-era Bowie, collaborating with Brian Eno and drinking hard liquor with Iggy Pop. Personally I would say I'm more of a pre-Ziggy, post-Man Who Sold the World, Hunky Dory (with a haircut) Bowie.



But what do I know?

Hyper nonsense world tabasco shower.

I've got nothin to write about. I just thought I should post a new post.

Let's see... Oh, I saw Dawn of the Dead the other day. The new one, that is. I've seen the old one, which was better, but the new one is good zombie fun...if your idea of fun is black zombie babies and chainsaw'd people.

Hey, does anyone still eat Pop Tarts? I do. I like them. I should get some. Mmm. I could go for one right now. A big pop tart that I could sleep in, and then wake up and eat it, and then go back to sleep. I'm sure somewhere...

Here's to drinking burning embers.

"the screaming lifestyle of my nightmares."



You know what? Ralph Steadman is one of my favorite living artists. Now you know.

http://www.ralphsteadman.com/

day off from thinking.

So I'm finally giving you a real post. It's been a strange week, really. Or maybe not. Maybe it just seems strange from today's vantage point.

I've been pretty out of it all day today. I don't know why, but my theory is that my brain is giving me the day off. I've been thinking too much this past week- thinking about classes and homework and people and politics and faulty expectations and plenty of other things. And it's probably because of all this troubled thinking that I haven't had a sober night's sleep in 5 days. This morning I woke up at about 10:30 and was not greeted by the usual avalanche of thoughts. Instead everything was simplified.
Get up. Drink some water. Oh look, Joel is still sleeping. Oh that's right, dishes need to be done. Oh well. In the meantime, coffee.

My brain was only concerned with the immediate. I had to make a conscious effort to think about the deeper, more contemplative things. I wasn't even terribly stressed out about my history of photography midterm tomorrow, althought I probably should be. Today was just for being and doing. I do what must be done. Even now, I'm having trouble coming up with sentences.

Maybe you want to hear my thoughts on that election. Was I depressed? Was I shocked? Was I horribly crushed and disappointed? No, not really. So Bush is president again. Sure, I wasn't expecting it, but it's not so surprising. What, you didn't know that America was chock full of idiots? I did. So you can't really say that Mr. Bush is an inapporopriate figurehead of this 'proud nation'. And so what if he is president? He's not president of my immediate environment. He doesn't rule Brettamerica. And look at the bright side- we get to laugh at him for another 4 years.

I'm sure tomorrow my brain will be up and running again, and all the thoughts and troubles will be back to buzz around my head. But right now I have to print out some photographs. Y'all have a good one.

look everyone!

It's nothing but a big train wreck!

join us!

Some new links to associate eblos. The ring of fire is almost complete.

http://www.outhouserat.blogspot.com/

http://www.devilinasuit.blogspot.com/

22 special kids.

So I'm 22 now. I have 1 year of legal drinking experience. I'm an official bar veteran. What did I do this weekend, you ask? With the birthday and the halloween happening stuff and the week with its end? Well, I did some stuff. But you know, I don't feel like writing about it. I just don't. I'd have to hit these keys a bunch of times and type all these words and then I'd have to read it and make sure it makes sense and doesn't offend anyone (too much) and then I'd have to post it and all that... So I'm not going to. Just assume I did something crazy, or make up your own "Brett's 22nd Birthday" story. Cus I'm tired.


I'm a dork for Halloween!