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“There’s an implied obligation of those (myself included) who own these nuggets of history to share them, not squirrel them away in some dusty shoebox only to risk oblivion via flood, fire, or neglect.”- Gary
The Adolph Sutro’s Victorian Cliff House sat upon a cliff in San Fransisco over looking The Sutro Baths for only [...]
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A Long while ago, while sitting in my smoking chair blowing contemplatively erotic smoke rings into the air, I thought briefly about what it would be like to publicly gift my fellow gentle breed with my curiously wondrous and humorous tales and musings. The more I pondered about it, the more the thought smoke soaked [...]
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Preface: If you’re following me on Twitter, you may have seen my non-stop barrage of updates relating to a trip I am currently still on, a trip to Portland Oregon for the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival. What follows are a few selected tweets (in chronological order), and my hand-written journal entries. Each will [...]
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Technically I had way more interesting dreams over the weekend, and there was much more to the dream from which this exceprt is from, but dreaming a conversation with David Bowie, however cursory, is fucking sweet and I felt I should share.
I was walking through a corridor and came through a door to a mostly [...]
I want to thank everyone for reading, for commenting, for subscribing to the feed, and for generally being awesome. I hope this coming arbitrary Gregorian time period is as fun, as enlightening, as painless, and as unpredictable as possible. [read the rest]
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Here’s a little social experiment: Erase your MySpace page. Go ahead, you’re going to have to trust me on this one. And while you’re at it get rid of your Facebook page as well. Right now, I’ll wait. Also delete your LinkedIn profile and take yourself off of Match.com, Friendster, and Classmates.com. Peekyou, Flickr, and [...]
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Inside a vast, dim tent, shuffling undead awaited. Their dark bones smoked amethyst in the shaky torchlight, their shredded rags regal crimson. Confident and communicative undead of unknown ages. I warned them not to leave the confines of the tent but they muttered their excuses and went into the savage desert sunlight outside. They were [...]
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Boy o boy have I ever been busy! After claiming second prize at the Third Annual Ghetto Dinner Party, I paused to reflect deeply on my victory in a deeply meditative state that to the casual observer would look like a miserable hangover. Of course, those are for lesser, unenlightened creatures. I and my newly [...]
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Yes, you read it right folks. Another Ghetto Dinner Party is upon us, they only come but once a year. When the last leaf of the great Maple tree falls and when it becomes too cold to play whiffle ball, the Great Ghetto Dinner comes forth like a mighty steed. When you get out of [...]
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Ok so admittedly it isn’t going to be quite that big, but it does give me an opportunity to use the first WTK vocabulary term: brobdingnagian.
This originates from the Jonathan Swift novel, Gulliver’s Travels. The term was coined as a reference to the city in which Gulliver visits where everything is just huge. This reference [...]
