A web log

A web log that the author would normally never have allowed himself to create but ultimately did after taking artistic solace in the knowledge that form does not dictate content even though he'll eventually post pictures of his feet like everyone else anyways.
March 31

dear blog,

Hey.

Sorry its been a while, but i have to be honest.  I’m thinking about breaking up with you.  We knew this was a low probability relationship from the beginning.  I was in a bad place at the time and so I signed up for you, thinking you’d help me.  I intended to use you for a little societal adviertising.  Throw up a couple of billboards about the wonders of me.  But blog, I don’t like where that road leads.

I’m not saying I’m above you in any way. Don’t make this a class thing. Some of my very favorite people see blogs like you all the time.  I just can’t be seen with you.  I’m not saying it’s right, but that’s the way it is.  I have some pretty high/absurd ideas in my own head about the way the world works—  How we’re losing ourselves the easier it becomes to communicate— How we need to instead connect with the things that keep us honest in our little global village.  Bed making and food coooking and whatnot.

And you just don’t fit in to that vision, blog.

I’m still open to being with you.  Form does not dictate content.  But then again if you only hang out with stormtroopers, then god damn it, you’re going to work for the empire.  On the other hand, Skywalker had to know Moisture farmers to know that he wasn’t one.  I’m grateful for our time togethor.

Tell you what, let’s take it easy for a while.  I’ll make more of an effort to see you if you’re willing to keep me from posting self serving bullshit.  Sound good?

Good.  Now let’s get out of this coffee shop and get some pad thai.

-Ed

February 6
it. was. so. fucking. good. twice.

it. was. so. fucking. good. twice.

February 3
On Tom Daschle, In Sadness

Q: How many Democrats does it take to fill a cabinet position? A: Banana. Q: Banana who? Q: Orange you glad I didn’t say that the Democrats’ worst enemy are in fact the Democrats? Coupling wrong doing with the actual willingness to be held accountable for one’s transgressions?! Goddamn it Daschle, You guys won. That’s not how it works. I can tell by your new glasses that your withdrawal is nothing more than a desire to spend all your time packing some sweet Lemon-G nug and tooling around at jacksonpollock.org. Who can blame you?

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a first post title

hi. this is a weblog. you might call it a blog, but you breathe with your mouth open too much. my name is ed. i’m making a life in chicago, ill. i have a television, but it sits in my closet. i steal what little internet signal i can from an unsecured network in my building named boyardee1. coincidentally, i have an incredible number of canned foods. i like art and thinking and performing comedy even though they’re destroying me. i promise to do everything i can here to get you to like me, dare i say even like-like me, because i moved a lot as a kid and at some point it started to motivate everything else. etiquette dictates that the first post must be vague, low pressure and above all short. like a first date. it is with the latter that in mind that