July 2011
1 post
No one has to read this
I’m using this blog as a temporary e-diary for my travels in China. No one should feel obliged to read this, it’s just a convenient forum. Today was great. It was our 3rd day in Yangshuo, tomorrow we go back to Guilin to catch a overnight bus to Hainan. Yangshuo is stop-you-in-your tracks beautiful. Even though the city itself is a tourist mecca and filled with less than beautiful...
So you're not naked. →
Dudes and dudettes, I made an Etsy store. Buy lovely cheap items and help me on my way to travel the world and become a generally better rounded person!
December 2009
2 posts
November 2009
2 posts
May 2009
2 posts
This small specimen is spectacular. →
April 2009
1 post
LAST WORDS
faithharding:
“Either this wallpaper goes, or I do.” -Oscar Wilde
“Now I shall go to sleep.” -Lord Byron
“Let us go in, the fog is rising.” -Emily Dickinson
“How were the circus receipts in Madison Square Garden?”- P.T. Barnum
“I am not the least afraid to die.”-Charles Darwin (!)
“I wonder why he shot me.”-Huey Long
“It has all been most interesting.”-Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
“”I did...
March 2009
9 posts
Llueve
Respiratory, resonance, resuscitation, recess, ravines, Rousseau, recoil.
Shoppers General Warning: catious browsing of this... →
White Holes
Two fat men sit sipping coffee. They are extremely fat. One pours Coffeemate French Vanilla artificial flavoring two days past the expiration date into the darkened abyss. The other surveys the action over the rim of his thick, cream colored coffee cup. He grunts in displeasure and burns his tongue.
February 2009
5 posts
“Waiting is wasting, passion is exhaustion, detachment is boredom, beauty is...”
– The wise words of Jeffery Mahachai. Thoughtful and inquisitive, Jeff’s quite the package.
Separate but equal
magicmolly:
Zipping up tight fleece, drying off with generous towel, being hugged by scented woman, disappearing into sleeping bag, dipping fingertip in wax.
Aches of the Head
There are few things that I detest more than a headache. The tightening between your temples. That insipid distraction bouncing joyfully on the trampoline it has made your poor little cerebrum into. The penetrating pounding that is forcing me (I swear) to abstain from studying the astute field of physics.
But, oh, don’t even get me started on sore throats.
December 2008
1 post
