Friday, October 28, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Pluperfect
The issue which I have with The Brown Recluse is content and privacy. It began as a way to extemporize my likes, loves and politics and to maintain a prescence in the blogosphere with friends and family. Where I had close to 500 friends on Facebook before I left it several years ago I now have six 'followers' here, some faithful and some simply avatars. I tried Twitter and MySpace and regularly maintained my Friendster page when that was hip but selfishness thwarted any forward movement in those virtual cesspools.
So I looked back to its inception to witness its progression. After posting pictures of the bathroom I collaged at work, clips friends sent, the snapshots of attractive people, poetry, architecture, art and design I stumbled upon and the stories I'd written and collected (curiously edited by it's subject as if in the third person) I realized that I liked The Brown Recluse. That it was a blog that I bookmarked because I liked it. It didn't need a direction but that over the four years it has a perspective, a point of view. It's current and invective, sobering and witty, playful and moribund, and most importantly it's entertaining with loads of content both common and intimate.
When I first moved into my bungalow I got a spider bite that ultimately required medical attention. It swelled grotesquesly and I welcomed the hyperbole surrounding the type of arachnid that might have caused such infection. My index finger for days was wrapped in a poultice and I was forced to operate with my other hand. I had never been bitten by a spider before and daily would unwrap the bandage and marvel at the size of my digit and the grace of Mother Nature. Of course I went online to research which sort of spider could cause this and gave in to the insistence of everyone that only one spider could be responsible. A spider not found in my area and really the six-legged subject of urban lore.
The Brown Recluse.
So I looked back to its inception to witness its progression. After posting pictures of the bathroom I collaged at work, clips friends sent, the snapshots of attractive people, poetry, architecture, art and design I stumbled upon and the stories I'd written and collected (curiously edited by it's subject as if in the third person) I realized that I liked The Brown Recluse. That it was a blog that I bookmarked because I liked it. It didn't need a direction but that over the four years it has a perspective, a point of view. It's current and invective, sobering and witty, playful and moribund, and most importantly it's entertaining with loads of content both common and intimate.
When I first moved into my bungalow I got a spider bite that ultimately required medical attention. It swelled grotesquesly and I welcomed the hyperbole surrounding the type of arachnid that might have caused such infection. My index finger for days was wrapped in a poultice and I was forced to operate with my other hand. I had never been bitten by a spider before and daily would unwrap the bandage and marvel at the size of my digit and the grace of Mother Nature. Of course I went online to research which sort of spider could cause this and gave in to the insistence of everyone that only one spider could be responsible. A spider not found in my area and really the six-legged subject of urban lore.
The Brown Recluse.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Panties Is A Funny Word
Families are like panties.
Some crawl up your ass.
Some snap under pressure.
Some don’t have the strength to hold you up.
Some get a little twisted.
Some are your favorite.
Some are holy.
Some are cheap.
Some are naughty.
Some are full of shit.
And some actually cover your ass when you need them to.
Some crawl up your ass.
Some snap under pressure.
Some don’t have the strength to hold you up.
Some get a little twisted.
Some are your favorite.
Some are holy.
Some are cheap.
Some are naughty.
Some are full of shit.
And some actually cover your ass when you need them to.
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