I am something asunder, where the applause of a silent sing-along, is given its due time being stood up like a tomato plant, driven down straight, dead, and true. So as I mentioned earlier. I am different now. (IT WAS NOTHING SPECIAL) From here to here. And there. And some... somewhere, beneath the what, the… Continue reading Monday, on Line 4
"And so be it, We are not there, but here."
Because I can change it, no problem. Godaddy is just teeming with crackerjack web development and slideshow programming. Just a snip there. A tuck there. Some superglue here. And hey, hey...Let's announce something... ON JANUARY 1st, 2017, THE WORLD WILL NOT KNOW WHAT HAS HIT THEM AND WHEN I SAY "HIT THEM" I MEAN "HIT… Continue reading Do I Look Like I’m (still) in Jail?
Because you don't just choose to become a writer. It's not an open job fair on your college quad. It certainly isn't the Top-10 list-making genre used by respected and no-longer-respected media outlets alike. And it sure as hell isn't because Auntie Yum Yum thought you wrote the prettiest, most emotionally scarred adolescent vampiric prose she had… Continue reading Writing and Why You Shouldn’t Bother
-- Brian John Schaefer (circa 1985) Twin Peaks 1.4 I suppose it was the moment I read that the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire had a journalism department worth scooping home about. That sounds about right. I needed some internal rationalization of why I chose this particular branch of the venerable state-strong UW system. Eau… Continue reading Eau Claire, Wisconsin
post-apocalyptic-optimists: the manifesto "I assure you, doctor...It is relatively simple matter for a weathered charlatan like myself to put up with so small a carnival as this..." -- Friedrich Nietzsche (post-sanity) ...and here I thought there would be nothing at this party besides the cool, incandescent judgements of a… Continue reading “You ain’t no Howard Hughes…”
A few years ago, I was known as “the guy who walked” -- often putting 7 to 8 miles beneath my feet. And as one buddy of mine commented decades ago, I have the gait of a “determined caveman” often with my head aimed solely toward the path beyond me. (Hancock Park, 2011-12)