view. in those jeans.

Namaste international tribe of cult and other lovers I have been having so much fun writing in a zillion styles over the past days. Aliases everywhere. So far Sunday's been spent writing sexy stories to Ginuwine. The particularly spectacular thing about all of this is that I haven't had to leave bed to do so. I re-arranged my house again. Not only can I stare at the east river anytime I like from the comfort of my queen size mattress, I can...

pretty new look. nine two five.

What do you reckon of the pretty new look cult collective? This is the fourth or fifth template I've used since firing off 925 posts ago. My main logic  here is that I think it would be handy to have a "writing" area accessible from my "homepage". My content categorization skills are shocking enough. At least there can be the word "writing" somewhere from jump. Logic. I'm about it... I also re-arranged the furniture in my apartment tonight. I...

love me, love me not

I had a ripper Friday blog family. I realize it's Monday and I'm just bringing it up now... But damn. I think most of our cult would agree, we always notice fellow Earth dwellers who surround us during times of crazy-likes. During my Friday time of crazy-like, I had the most wonderful telephone conversation with my west coast writer, artist and passionate fellow creator, Rick Menace of Infinite Time Pieces. Family. Which reminds me, Rick has a...

now that’s official

My New York driver's license arrived in the mail today. Because I lived overseas for a decade, my US license has always been updated by mail with the Connecticut address I grew up at. And the picture hasn't been updated for over ten years. True story. I clicked my heels together this afternoon at the sight of my fresh ID. It adds unique permanence to what I managed to swing galavanting from Australia back to Manhattan. My friend David and I...

off to frolic

Namaste blog tribe Tim and I are packed and prepared for a 24-hour Connecticut frolic. Both of us are still somewhat astonished by the fact that we grew up around the corner from each other. When we leave the city to run around in the same forests we both did as kids - uniquely magical things occur. Words are pouring from pens and clicking into keys. Poetry: Volume Three will be ready on time. Life is a refreshed shade of wonderful. I'm still...
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