why day friday halloween edition

why can't ghosts have babies?

why day friday

1) why can't i turn my hatred into indifference?

why day friday

1) why do broken hips take so long to heal?

2) why does the taste of cold coffee seem unnatural?

3) why is fall the shortest season?

4) why are tuesday/thusday teaching schedules so difficult to come by?

5) why does the hours put in on a job search seem like wasted time?

the language of fall

fall has its own language

much like memory

its colors are vibrant and yet muted

creating words and sentences that are so

fragile that the slightest breeze disturbs

their grammar

mixing and rematching words into new phrases

that are gentle and webbed

fragile yet eternal

beautifully stark and enormously full

turning so quickly to dust and creating in this charcoal coloured death

a recitative

becoming what will soon be a barren vastness

to be inscribed upon by the voice of winter in

a well metered aria filled with sharp phrases and powdered notes

that complete the frame by which fall is known and knows itself to be:

essentially the nonessential phrase lodged between two commas in the

mouth of

eternity

things that i miss...

1) my father

2) living in chicago

3) j.

4) j's nightly phone calls

5) traveling to st. louis

6) holding hands

7) the "largeness" of the world

8) possibility

9) coherency

10) a grammar of love

why day friday

why is it all or nothing?

why does coffee taste better in the morning?

why are endings always the hardest to get through?

why is _details_ magazine considered a hetero text?

why can't i specialize in one area?

why does the fall season always seem so short?

awesome picture 4 monday

joan didion + toni morrison = 2 incredible 4 words

music for a sad sunday

6 underground

Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I’ve got a head full of drought,
Down here, so far off losing out
Round here,

Over ground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace

Calm me down, bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you’re better than I wannabe
Don’t think ‘cos I understand,
I care, don’t think ‘cos I’m talking were friends,

Over ground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace

Talk me down, safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out, scream and shout
Swear my times never cheap
I fake my life like I’ve lived
Too much, I take whatever you’re given
Not enough,

Over ground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace


*i think that this is the best cover of the sneaker pimps so far.

ability and place

the body is inscribed upon by a language of ability
that in a room confined through language the body that refuses or
cannot be inscribed with this language must be contained
how do we change the language to reflect inclusive places
how do we narrate ability in different ways
the architecture that we engage with on a daily basis
is simply a language of ability
a narrative that helps to inscribe bodies
reminding particular subjectivities of their "normal-ness"
or "other-ness"
to change this language we need to change the architecture
not just materially but also rhetorically
and not simply by laws either
this change needs to occur on the level of metaphor and poetics
we need to stop thinking and conceptualizing a certain type of
normativity as an involuntary reflex