Well, as promised, I’m writing about this, even though I’m plagued by the fear that it’ll be dead boring. I mean, does anyone really want to hear about how much I’m struggling to let go of my possessions? Continue reading
The Demise of The Red Chair
Today I attacked the storage unit. I tore open the door to its cavernous interior, gazed upon its towering contents, then shut it again and was afraid. Continue reading
Surfboard for Sale – Once Ridden by a Man with 99.9% Kelly Slater DNA.
Alright… here’s a quick recap on what’s going on here: I am selling, auctioning, giving away, throwing out, burning or illegally dumping, everything I own. Either that or I’m shrouding it in concrete, and letting it swim wit da fishes. Continue reading
The Great Shit Ditching Experiment – Day 1
I’ve been told that this is a good idea. Let me say right up front, I have doubts. “It’s a human story,” I’ve been told. “You’ll be struggling to triumph over adversity; you’ll be frankly revealing your struggles – people eat that shit up!” That much I agree with. The problem is that personally speaking, I prefer hearing about such struggles against adversity if in the end, adversity wins. Continue reading
Must Writers Read?
Any piece of advice on writing, in whatever form it is given; be it by book, article, website, blog post, You Tube video, lecture, Face Book listicle, graffiti tag, or note from your mom, will have as Item 1 – writers must read widely and voraciously to be any good. Continue reading
Confessions of an Art School Douche Bag
Recently I had the misfortune of reading one of the most snobby, pompous, self-important, and ironically (deliciously so), poorly written blog posts I’ve ever encountered. Let’s say it was called “As All True Artists Know, There’s a Lot of Bad Writing on the Internet.”1 Continue reading