Picking the next big project to edit. With two first drafts to two different novels written, it’s difficult. One seems conceptually stronger while the other has a more complex range of characters, living in two distinct cultures. I’m getting through the decision making process, but just need to re-read and think about which story wants …
Author Archives: the.primes
Reading some essays about the Nation at Risk Report that was published 40 years ago. Astounding how little has been effective since its publication. So far, the recommendations still resonate, but very little was implemented. The biggest miss is that it doesn’t go beyond what’s quantifiable. While we look at the academic outcomes and the …
I just experienced one of those ghost feelings that comes accompanied with an image. I’m huddled in a room, with a blanket close to my ear, maybe 4 years old. I look a little lethargic– my skin the color of old oatmeal, all color washed away. I’ve probably been echoing on the inside. I’m trying …
Sweet Ride
As a kid, I could never ignore when I saw one of these coin-operated rides. Some came in the shape of animals, others were construction vehicles. Once in a while, a store would have one customized to look like one of the company vehicles– planting the seeds in kids’ minds : You can work here. …
Another night, composing, but somehow googled Sinead O’Connor. I can’t explain it, but months after her death, I still watch videos. We probably would differ on our world views and yet I feel like I could sit with her for a cup of coffee, and just listen– for days.
Broken in a Million Pieces
Watching your child want to belong is heartbreaking. I get it, but if they keep buying shit, like expensive ath-leisure-ware, in order to belong to some tribe– they’re going to go broke and be broken.
To add paint and color to a Japanese calligraphy piece is not an option. The color and images would distract from the meaning of the thick-black-lines, pulling the reader away from the message and its simplicity . It’s like looking at your shadow, severed into dots and rhythms. So why do we distract the integrity …
The Body, The Warning Walk
On my morning walk, I spotted an autonomous lawnmower– absent a human. I started thinking what it would be like to mow the yard without a body. Then I wondered what it would be like to sit down with my family for dinner without a body– And to embrace my wife without a body, for …
When creating art and content becomes your resistance– when you use it to avoid the necessity to cold call potential clients. The social awkwardness you possess compels you to create, but not meet. This is the one thing to fix or else, frankly starve.
Tonight
All night, the rain pours. Lightening flashes. The street illuminated by it all exposes a skunk walking down the road, like he owns the place. Then it all shuts off or simply goes missing into the shrubs, never seen again– just like memory or another insignificant picture we take with our cell phone. We’re all …