February 2011
3 posts
SUPER AMBIGOUS BLOG POST!
January 2011
3 posts
i did a really horrible job at fooling myself into thinking that i shook myself of my romanticist notions.
but, in the end, i don’t think i ever wanted to lose them.
this life is so surreal.
time-lapse.
this pace of life is incredibly wonderful, but endlessly maddening at the same time. i am one for reflection, and there isn’t much of a home for that this year. i am still adjusting and recognizing the perspectival shifts of the fowler dynasty happening in me today, leaving me completely behind in being aware of how denmark is molding me and pushing me in directions a consisently bottled...
October 2010
2 posts
September 2010
1 post
for all intensive purposes, i’m spending less time here and more in copenhagen. follow that at this photo blog instead if you’d like.
July 2010
2 posts
team edward.
as i sat down on a step on the playground, edward joined me, mumbling some horrible blend of spanish, english, and anxiety. the child believed in always being it no matter the circumstance in duck duck goose and never managed to understand the basic principles of the birthday game, yet he found some incredible resolve in making the most subtle of physical contact with me. i repeatedly attached and...
crazy love.
either i’m becoming incredibly emotional at the most random of moments these days or i’m discovering that despite all of my grand plans and formulaic pursuits of wisdom i haven’t even contemplated a life lived more freely and radically. my profession is cramped with ego and elitist tendencies, but what would happen if i took a risk, sacrificed my dreams of endless budgets and...
June 2010
9 posts
20/20
i always felt obligated to ritualistic posts blogging the celebratory moments of years past, but i feel no need these days. i am where i am and that’s that. people entered my life, people left. this is what happens, and all i care about is where we go.
all aboard. the ticket’s a bargain, i promise.
lol
we’re like children dressing in our parent’s clothes.
Irony.
We’re cramming our heads full of unnecessarily philosophical thoughts. There’s no need to convolute simplicity into a bloated pessimistic mess.
I know I’m one to talk with this, and if anything, I’m painting the target on my back willingly in this post. I’ve spent many hours churning anything from the acceptable to the incredible into drolled down experiences so...
lucky.
i have far too many people and places too be excited over. i am blessed.
May 2010
2 posts
Poor Jack
if something as convoluted and complicated as LOST ends so nicely and peaceful, then surely the stupidest, simplest, and most unnecessary shit demands at least some sort of closure.
vocal chords
i’ve always faced some predicament with the blogging world-
being that i don’t know what my cyber voice should sound like, or what connection it even bears to what i’m thinking. nearly every post leaves some bitter taste in my mouth. it’s probably too serious. too introspective and philosophical. or its too vague. too irrelevant. too i-thought-this-was-a-cool-picture.
...
April 2010
1 post
a bit.
i’m kind-of sort-of a fan of this kind of life.
March 2010
2 posts
acclimate
wait. i survived? HOLY SHIT I SURVIVED!
January 2010
6 posts
seriously, though.
life is much more colourful when spelled throught the eyes of a brit.
i mean seriously.
universalization just looks stupid next to UNIVERSALISATION.
i just like to believe i inherit 5 iq points whenever i write favour over favor.
this is sad, i know.
p.s.
i care about today just as much as i care about tomorrow.
which makes matters worse.
we'll still be bound to bend the rules.
this post has taken its time. i have no need to complain of the new workloads, stresses, and rearrangings of priorities that have accumulated more than ever in barely three weeks. it is an incredible challenge, and on that note, an incredible opportunity. i can handle it.
but i am still terrified. i feel like indifference dances on the tongues of those i love so much, and though we all...
ambiguity.
i have been told that this blog is fundamentally built upon being completely ambiguous.
that much is true.
maybe it’s because i want these writings to be applicable beyond their own little moment, but i think it deals more with the severity of the situations. my life is composed of a lot of small moments. it’s odd, because those things hold more value to me and my revelations than...
cheers.
this is going to be one hell of a decade.
here’s to you, me, and everyone we know.
December 2009
6 posts
mbp.
i CAN crack you, and i will if i need to.
but howabouts you and your friend apple stay true to your word and give me a damned update to bootcamp that should have been available two months ago?
if not… it’s on mbp. it’s on.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS →
of course! how else can you garnish respect other than being filthy rich?!? rock on, televangelists! you too, shameless entrepreneurs of faith! because obviously that’s what the little baby jesus kickin’ it in the most rockin’ of all mangers would do.
ho, ho, ho.
for all the peace and stillness that winter break is supposed to pump into my system again, i have already…
been confronted with the near reality of death vis a vis those i love too much.
watched fireworks in my head.
missed retribution by ten minutes. ten fucking minutes.
but i have also experienced all that is beautiful about a young and inquisitive pup, a mother experiencing wellness...
I am the Boney King of Nowhere
and we are all accidents waiting to happen.
November 2009
5 posts
i am growing increasingly tired of this bro’d out America.
October 2009
1 post
September 2009
5 posts
comfort food.
theology is a sponge that soaks up nearly all capability for people to recognize the maddening reality that there lies so many things beyond the realm of the supernatural that neither brilliance nor stupidity nor any wit of the tongue can rightly justify in any representation.
it’s completely maddening, because our brains are quite fond of the physicality of things. as much as we understand...
hooray! video contains not only your daily servings of childhood innocence but also that of your lyrical metaphors!
for efficiency's sake.
john knight is my scapegoat for my blogging absence.
being a large contributor to the grant cogan audience, and now being a resident fifteen feet from my mental circus, my desire to repeat words into type is cutting slim. not to mention my desire to ramble. so essentially, being concise is now the name of the game, and being mindfully aware of the incessant circle of...
August 2009
4 posts
living is simple.