fabrications

we are nothing but fabrications! don't expect anything more, nor less, of me.

trapezoids of the sky

this year's christmas was pretty good, i'd say. it all started by going to morning mass at my neighborhood church, where they worship both the lord and the automobile.



we spent several hours singing epic anthems, drinking windshield wiper fluid, eating the body of christ, all of the usual. but the best part was hanging out with these hip girls who were sitting in my pew and they invited me to this after-mass-party. and guess who we met?! bill murray! unfortunately my camera died right as i was posing for a pic with him. but, at least you get to see my new friends.

so my mom and i had a party to celebrate her getting her doctorate and her playing the harp. these two things are mostly unrelated, but somewhat relevant to each other.

people and animals

i want to give a shout out to a psychedelic friend in the blogosphere who just created the blog of the decade. never stop blogging, comrade! you inspire me, as do all of you reading this.


this is one of the twenty rooms in my future fairy tale squat wonderland. a gang of us will be moving in when the sun starts shining more regularly. please, come join us.

a short one

today is both the first day of december and the first day the snow has stuck to the ground. this morning i walked out into a winter wonderland, complete with angels caroling and reindeer prancing. i will probably spend my day drinking tea, painting formal portraits of my housemate gunther, and listening to gangsta rap.


this is me and gunther. he chews on stuff all day.

a saint, a virgin

so i made a brief visit to saint louis, to dine in a rotating restaurant with my mother for her birthday. on the way there, i spotted this foxy fox, searching for his native land. he only paused long enough to make love eyes at me, and then he dashed off on his search again. i do hope he has found his mother and brothers by now. i hope he is happily eating his bloody carcasses and feeling the comforts of home. i can only pray.

on the way back to chi-town, i stopped by friend's house. they are in the midst of remodeling. 

i thought you all would like to know who i am living with now. i'll start off by introducing my newest housemate. her name is mary and she has this light and joy around her that is just indescribable... sometimes she forgets to do her dishes, but i'm trying to not be passive aggressive about it because i really like her as a person. she swears she is a virgin, but i've heard her mention a son. i need to investigate this matter further. 

nuances vs. innuendos

i moved to the chicago a few weeks ago and so far have spent the majority of my afternoons gazing at the dinosaurs that live in the jungle behind my house. if you look closely you can see a green tree that lives outside of my window. just north of my house, after a short jaunt through raptor territory, is the meat packing district - which happily fulfills all of my packed meat needs. and to the south is greek town, where spanakopita crowds the streets and leaves a nice oily scent on my collar. sometimes i meditate on my roof, contemplating these sky scrapers and all of the glory they behold. and the basement - well, that is a story for another day. 

as you can see, friends, i am living the dream. and this is where i will record that dream.