Day 3 coming when my soul catches up to the slingshot. If you follow me, I worry for you.

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. . . in which your narrator meets Becca and Moji, the beautiful stenographer and engineer, who remind him how excellent life is and can be.
I drove up to the same yoga place on Lamar with my friend, Katie, then walked down to Barton Springs and merged with the herd. It felt [...]

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This is the first song David Byrne played on Friday night (accompanied by a short film by Jon Yeo). I’d already become enamored of the track from the free mp3 download, but now it’s become an obsession. Hooray for obsessions.
I’ll be posting shortly about ACL day two. I completely fell [...]

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So the first day of ACL was a blast. I got off work at 2:30, took care of the organism, then drove around the mad traffic, parked about 30 minutes from Barton Springs (at a Yoga Studio where my friend works) and walked to the concert. I got there just in time to [...]

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A public service announcement by David Lynch.

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Mr. Ellis holds forth on ye ole endgame.

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Someday you’ll find yourself
crossing the white-out desert in
a snowstorm with your heart
on hiatus, a string of absurd
prayer beads clacking.
And someday the cacti in
Arizona will look like Kafka’s
shapeshifting assistants. Someday
the hands that fit so effortlessly
into your own on the white
couch cushion will belong
to another (though belonging
is the first fiction, we never seem
to tire of it). [...]

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