Many A Photo, All The Little Things.

These are the photos I find myself having time to take. Having a smartphone is nice sometimes, it facilitates my personal brand of image capture; the private and seemingly unimportant items in my life. I enjoy little things as much as the next bloke so I have collected the private few from my life.

 I live alone and love it that way. I make sure to spend time being social as often as possible, but when i have an unexpected chunk of free time or half day to spend at my leisure, it always comes back to me. Walking alone, digging into the catacomb of books in my hobbit hole and maintaining my personal standard of social interaction: i.e. not much. The first photo is a reprint from last week.


I was walking in the new snowfall and intertwined my path with someone else in an obvious hurry about five minutes earlier, so I wound my steps around theirs. A small gesture only noticeable for probably a few hours after I finished, a little thing that no one but myself got to enjoy in the strange silence after the crust settles..

 A long day of avalanche education and cold weather is capped by frosty beers in the Bridger Parking lot and some good old fashioned, man-powered bullshitting. This was one of those rare occasions when i spent time with people/

 This one speaks for itself. An amusing simulacrum in my mind, that of a bachelor with very little time for fun or gosh forbid, hanging out with real women.

 Longest functional relationship, best roommate ever and worst butler in existence.

 One of the greatest underground hip hop gems from the '90s. Rare grooves are probably my favorite singular pastime. Polishing, spinning and scratching records has been a favorite hobby of my for close to two years and I see no end in sight. It seems that these images ended up being not just little things, but indicators of how I retain sanity through my busy and daily haze of neurotic disagreement with the world at large and manic struggle to become what I consider a functional man.

This Just In... Writing is for Nerds.

Sexy nerds, that is. When writing and composing I find it helpful to give a fuck about my subject. Sadly, every time the pocket change is jingling on the other side of the letters, I could care less. That's actually kind of cool; Wordslingers in a desperate land, only one man could bring justice to the west. He rolled into town with an underwood in one hand and destiny in the other. That being said, I am dropping out of college to write for Cat Fancy and y'all be damned! Or, fuck, I could just crank something else out to please the bank.
This is Terrible and Wrong:

On to the nerdiness. When writing about anything there is obviously an environment surrounding it, to harness this environment and place my writing within it is the challenge. This takes nerdly determination: Research! Conjecture! Opinion! Revision! All of it combined on a meticulous scale is what I want to at least appear a functional voice.

Also, nerds love nothing more than to slice holes into another nerd's argument for that little pedantic sense of victory many of us are denied on a daily scale. This we must prepare for with our own portcullis, moat and parapets of  nerdly cunning. Fling your arrows now my pimply foe! None shall pass!

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