Hold On To Your Butts...

That's me with my 5th grade teacher, Mr. Richards. I don't remember being so patriotic, or smug looking. Anyway, this is the teacher who made me want to be a teacher, and I'll be damned if I let any assholes tell me different. This is what I do.



I've been reading Michael Crichton books in an effort to purge my mind of pressure to get something done, and maybe so I can see someone else's transparent formula and hope to hide mine better. Also, I have a weakness for Crichton. Goes back to Jurassic Park.

In other news, my colleagues are doing some cool stuff. I bring this up because, well, I'm not lately. My back hurts and my Reds suck balls. I'm sort of mired. Blah. Ya know?

I would be remiss if I did not point out Shorthand P. Davis and his Myspace page. He's a colleague of mine, and I'm all for his fusion of low-fi and postmodern whatsit.

He's even got a Web site: http://www.artisnecessary.com. He's even got a blog promoting his book of poetry, Hitler's Mustache (linked at right).

Then over at Andrew's blog, he continues to post thoughful stuff about stuff. Sometimes he writes me and calls me "lazy fuck" for not posting in, oh, a month. That's okay. Andrew has a chapbook thang out too called Modern Love

Victoria has a thang too. So you ten people who check this blog, check these out too.

I'm doing stuff, but not the kind of stuff one can post. See, I do screenplays, and I can't really post those. Maybe I can get a video or something done this year. That'd be cool.

I'm not trying to run you off. I'm just saying.