Watching this community blossom into what it has become never ceased to amaze him and me. We would regularly marvel at it and high five....
What do you want to talk about? We're listening.
We packed our belongings in burlap sacks,
We marched onward with no sense of direction,
Your deep brown eyes pierced through my skin,
You built a home inside me like an infection,
And you burned me in my feverish youth,
You made a permanent impression on me,
But now we keep warm by the fire in my bones,
And your contagion is my reverie,
Remember that time on the rivers bend,
In the middle of a land we didn’t know?
Chilled water ran over our intertwined legs,
And you promised you’d never let me go,
A cold rushed over you in a moment,
But your fever...
"Where are we going?"
"No, I mean whereare wegoing, going?"
"No.We are not doing this again."
"Everything seems so empty."
"Because most people don't take the subway at 3:00 in the morning!"
"It feels like an endless journey..."
"We. Live. In. The. Bronx."
"But it all goes by so fast."
"That would be the point of a train."
"Pretty soon, we'll all just be under ground."
"We're already under ground, it's the godamn subway!"
"And what do you think comes after?"
"Really? I thought you were an agnostic."
"I'm definitely starting to...
“So, I got your letter.”
“And I don’t see why you couldn’t just email”
“I like to support the postmen. And envelope makers.”
“How very noble”
“Anyway what did you think about the content of the letter?”
“I’d rank it somewhere between a Roquefort and a camembert.”
“I was just trying to be romantic.”
“Yeah…don’t do that again.”
“You didn’t even like the poem?”
“I like the way your eyes are blue/I like the way that you are you”
“Well it’s true.”
“I prefer truths of the non-rhyming variety. Just for future reference. Oh and the love-hearts...
There once was an old woman with three little pigs, and as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out on their merry way.
The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him:
“Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house.”
Which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it.
The second little pig met a man with a bundle of twigs, and said:
“Please, man, give me those twigs to build a house.”
Which the man did, and the pig built his house.
The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and...
a little creation myth idea i had about outsiders
somewhere, there are shapes
being forged by angels in the night
shapes that once lit up the dark
brought unknown things to light.
but shapes require constant change
so that their light may shine,
and as the angels were unable
to dream up new designs
the old familiar shapes
one by one began to fade.
with all but one lone circle
left heavenly displayed,
the angels crafted new beings
inside this final sphere
to trace the paths and routes they'd take
for new shapes to appear.
but these insiders did not...
“How do you feel?”
“Good. A little nervous granted.”
“But good. Yeah. I feel ready.”
“That’s great. Honestly. I’m so happy to hear that.”
“No it…it doesn’t matter.”
“No. I’m fine. I’m good. I feel…good about this.”
“Because… it’s not too late… you know.”
“To back out. To say ‘no’. It wouldn’t be a defeat. You’ve come along way.”
“I just don’t feel right today.”
“‘Right’? What does ‘right’ mean?”
“I mean I’m…I’m not that…that hungry.”
“Have you eaten?”
For the next couple months, I'll probably be around hitRECord.org a bit less. I'm still gonna keep up the weekly regularity, and I'll definitely still be playing RECords and making recommendations.
Also, there's still a really cool announcement coming, probably in the...
The gray sky wept the last tears of a long bout of crying so that the drops came slow, small and steady. It was awful being soaked through and the red clay of the road compounded his misery. His pants had long since caked and absorbed the earth making each step heavier than the last. The puddles wicked up to his thighs and, somehow, the wetness had begun to burn and sting.
He had never been more than a week's walk from home and now he was already three into a journey into an unknown that his mother had threatened would be the death of...
Well, it’s been a little while. Thanks to everyone who contributed their love and support this last month since dan died. I’m still feeling pretty low these days, but I’m looking forward to taking a few ginger steps back to work. I know that’s what he’d want.
So, without further ado, I’d like to finally announce a project that’s been in the works for a good six months or so -- HITRECORD.ORG presents Joseph Gordon-Levitt RE:Acting & RECording -- a college tour. We’re going to do live presentations at a handful of...