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March 26, 2017

A book report on backseat taxi-cab placards, and the politics of stolen morning hours.

“My life is a cautionary tale,” she said to me, after I only just explained to her the full definition of a cautionary tale, “I don’t see why that doesn’t make me selfless.”
    She slept on a park bench made of concrete, and spent her days in Golden Gate Park heating up rocks in various pits of warm soil and burning coals. The rocks slept beneath the concrete bench that slept beneath her. If you look to your right just after Fell Street becomes Kezar Drive, after midnight, on your way into th...
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Published on March 26, 2017 04:24

A book report on backseat taxi-cab manual placards, and the politics of stolen morning hours.

“My life is a cautionary tale,” she said to me, after I only just explained to her the full definition of a cautionary tale, “I don’t see why that doesn’t make me selfless.”
    She slept on a park bench made of concrete, and spent her days in Golden Gate Park heating up rocks in various pits of warm soil and burning coals. The rocks slept beneath the concrete bench that slept beneath her. If you look to your right just after Fell Street becomes Kezar Drive, after midnight, on your way into th...
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Published on March 26, 2017 04:24

March 15, 2017

We would argue over piebald lyrics.

    I remember this night so very well. I was laying in bed with             , I was nineteen years old, and her phone started going off on her dresser while she is asleep next to me. It kept vibrating like crazy, so I grabbed it and the text on the front of it said, “I miss your lips, I can’t wait to see you next month.”
    So I just left, I just left. I got in my car and drove back to the RavenCrest house. I don’t remember if anybody but you were home. I didn’t have a home at that time. My...
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Published on March 15, 2017 23:09

February 27, 2017

Asking the important questions since eightysix.

They’re heavy- just so you have trouble with their weight.

    He was obsessed with giving away his own trophies, and by the time he turned forty his family and friends stopped inviting him over to holiday parties and birthdays. Just to be clear, they were still called trophies, in this small town, even though they now had zero value. 
    In his thirties, before everyone decided enough was enough, he was on every mantle of every home, he was a great conversation piece. At one point the mayor g...
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Published on February 27, 2017 16:53

February 24, 2017

I miss those birds.

This is a video of me when I was 21 years old in the thick of an ill advised bird collecting phase. In one week I'll be turning 31 years old.
I've heard our brains finish developing somewhere between 21-25 years old and that our personalities aren't finished developing until we're 35 years old. Which is to say it takes us 10 years or more to accept everything going on in our head and get a good grasp of how to best utilize it.
For the past 24 days I've been teaching myself piano. I can onl...
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Published on February 24, 2017 14:42

February 16, 2017

Don't Look at me- A North Beach Reading

Attention resident North Beachians? or is it North Beachers?
I'm reading at North Beach Bauhaus, Gallery and Artist Studios on Friday sometime after 8 and before 10.
Will I read some new short short fiction about a man that gave away all of his trophies? Will I read about my new favorite fictional friend Margot? Maybe I'll write something tonight when I get home from work then read the only copy then destroy it, like a single release wine.
I'm excited, it feels like I'm coming out of some kind o...
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Published on February 16, 2017 13:11

February 13, 2017

RAWR!!!!!!

SCORED A TICKET TO COVER SAN FRANCISCO BALLET PRESENTS FRANKENSTEIN THIS SUNDAY!!!! MY FIRST BALLET AND I GET TO GO FOR FREE CAUSE I'M A WRITER!!!!! SOOOOO EXCITED.

The question is do I read up on ballet, so I can write an article within the guidelines of known ballet terminology except with a Sean twist, or do I read Mary Shelly and review it with these fresh scared eyes of a newborn ballet journalist. (not unlike the newborn eyes of Frankenstein's monster)

Also I was invited to read in North...
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Published on February 13, 2017 13:07

February 12, 2017

I know you're sleeping by now, but I'm still up walking around

Julien Baker doesn’t have vocal chords, she has high suspension cables laced sharper than razor blades. 
    They are stronger because of what they carry.
    It’s an interesting attribute, consistently evolving to withstand your own nature. And what a nature in her soul, and such a tough body to handle it’s force.

    I wonder about evolution and early humans. I wonder if there were subspecies that went extinct because they never learned to scream, because, perhaps, they never needed to. And if...
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Published on February 12, 2017 23:18

February 7, 2017

Through Being Cool

This Thursday, February 9th, I'm hosting an Indie/Emo night at my bar! So if you want to come out and hear some Promise Ring or Cursive or Death Cab for Cutie or Stars or Rilo Kiley or Mates of State or Jealous Sound or Brand New or Saves The Day or Jimmy Eat World etc etc etc leave a comment on the Facebook event with the Indie or Emo song you've always wanted to hear and I'll put it on the playlist. Music is playing 5:00-12:00, FREE -NO COVER

Click here for the FB Event Page!
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Published on February 07, 2017 16:01