Wednesday, November 28, 2007


Once upon a time, there was a very very beautiful girl who wanted to kill herself. It wasn't clear why she wanted to do so, but from the outside, she had everything to live for. She was young, beautiful, desireable.

Once, there were three men who were good friends: musicians--no, traveling minstrels. One of them was my friend Doug: thin, with soft brown hair and a goofy grin. We had been talking about work, our favorite bands, the kind of comfortable things people talk about when they're at ease. Just before noon, he took his leave, promising to come back later to continue our discussion.

One beautiful summer day, the girl was driving out her demons at 90 miles an hour, her blonde hair flying. There may have been tears--despair or rage, we will never know. The light burned in her eyes, her mind blank.

The three men were off to lunch, their car at an intersection. The light was red.

Then suddenly, a crash from behind. Their car flew into the air, suspended for a few seconds, just enough time for a sharp intake of breath--life defying gravity.

Metal, plastic, bone crumpled together. The car, a paper ball in the hands of a furious child.

The broken glass turned red, the ground turned red. The stoplight with its red eye, stared at the scene, the strewn bloody bodies, the distraught girl. It hesitated for another second, blinked, then turned a somber green.

It is two years later. Yesterday, the girl was convicted in court for a botched suicide attempt. Her sentence: 8 years for reckless multiple homicide. With time served, she could be out in 18 months.

Anger? Sadness? Indifference? What should I feel?

Numbness. Is that a feeling?

Suicide blonde, got some revelation, put into your hands? Did it save you from your misery?

the scene of the crimethe scene overhead


Hardly Knew You - The Last Day of Doug.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007


Rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated, but I'd like to thank Michael Guy for his concern, but I'm doing well, taking a bit of a break from the blog to focus on other interests.

I finally finished a new remix that I have been working on for a few months. This is a remix to Tracey Thorn's Raise The Roof, which I had started working on when I first bought the CD. Go check it out at the DJ Evil Twin site. I love Tracey's album Out of The Woods, but I almost feel like I need to do a remix project with it like I did with Beth Orton and Sade because I feel that it has the bones for it.

I finished my art class, and I've come to realize that I like to paint more than I like to draw. I've also realized that no matter how I try, all the noses that I draw are reminiscent of Bea Arthur. I am thinking about taking a painting class at Lillstreet Art Center.

I have also finished these books in the past few weeks: Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood, John Irving's The Fourth Hand, Meg Gardiner's China Lake, Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. I am currently reading Nick Hornby's Slam.

Jade Park had inspired me and I am working on an outline for a story I've been thinking about for a while. I also signed up for a writing workshop with the incredible Lynda Barry, author of Cruddy and One! Hundred! Demons! this coming January. So I know I'll be doing some more writing. The question here is, what to do with the blog? I feel that an evolution is coming, though I am unsure of the direction. I guess you'll have to tune in to find out.

One more thing, I have decided to stop sending out e-mail notifications of updates just because I think that it's probably getting annoying and subscribers just don't want to hurt my feelings and tell me to unsubscribe them from the mailing list. You can still subscribe to my RSS feed y'know. :)

Up for a challenge? Read this: Jonathan Safran Foer's "About The Typefaces Not Used in This Edition" (PDF). You can also read "The Sixth Borough" which JSF expanded into Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.