Tuesday, December 22, 2009

It is our faith - and with those who do not share it we shall not argue - that the majority of so-called whites in this country are neither deeply nor consciously committed to white supremacy; like most human beings in most times and places, they would do the right thing if it were convenient. As did their counterparts before the Civil War, most go along with a system that disturbs them, because the consequences of challenging it are terrifying. They close their eyes to what is happening around them, because it is easier not to know.


Monday, December 14, 2009

it sucks to think you've written a masterpiece only to look it over two days later and realize you wrote something less than average.

Friday, December 11, 2009

i feel like i did my part today.

Friday, December 4, 2009

sometimes while you pee, you smile about how hard you're in love.

Saturday, November 21, 2009


hanging out in normal again instead of rocking and rolling. i'll probably be in hoffman again soon. give me a call and let's hang out.


i'm anxious, but hopefully i'll get a lot of reading done and the van makes it and the band makes it.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

And he finally fights the religion of science

I don't know if I believe in calories.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Is it dangerous to reintroduce Camus at a time like this?

Monday, November 9, 2009

cubans and cognac

it's surprising how much a fuzzy robe can make you feel like a master of your domain.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

drugs are cool

pretty ladies are cooler.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

keeping presence, making presents

i signed on with intentions of making a solid post instead of cryptic nibbles into the moments of my life i find interesting. but i dunno if that's going to happen.
here's my day:

no boss at work tonight. should be an interesting time. makes me feel better about working on the night of the week that a bunch of my actual friends end up hanging out, not at a stupid party or rockshow. maybe i'll even have a chance to slip out for a beer with them.

working on a project that may or may not work out as well as i am hoping.

reading some books

playing gears of war, and holy shit is that game intense. i really enjoy that my friends have sweet videogames and that they let me borrow them from time to time.

getting excited for a weekend of dads, drinks, dinners, drugz, and damsels in little to no distress. that alliteration was unnecessary and incredibly forced.

welp, gonna go poop now and put on some workin man's clothing.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

sleeping is bizarre without any hair

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Not in Rivers, But in Drops.

i can't get enough stoner metal these days. i wish i could put these musical phases into good use and dig really really deep into something. either way...

hey roh, come to my house on friday.

Friday, October 23, 2009

so many works to work and books to read. got a good weekend ahead. wish i could go see the larry arms and a cute pr. i guess making moneys and not spending moneys isn't the worst second choice. tomorrow i think i'll take a bath and work on my halloween costume. right now i think i'll poop.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

fuck the police

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

43 beers

early accomplishments in a day make a day go by.

Friday, October 9, 2009

live your high life everyday

i wish i didn't feel like i didn't want people over whenever people are over. oh man, that's just self-pitying bullshit. but i met the high life delivery guy today, and that mostly made my week. he was a sweetheart.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

sincerely, jd salinger

please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of very early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).

Sunday, September 20, 2009

i am now the proud owner of a videocamera.

sick is shitty. pockets are lovely. pizza rules all.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Reign in Blood


books and cigarettes, slayer and soul,
save me.

Monday, September 7, 2009

cracker barrel rules.

Monday, August 31, 2009

For Rohan (maybe)

Today i had great plans of progress and production that were foiled again. This time though, they were halted in order to stop at thrift stores for fishbowls and buy a copy of Predator at WalMart for 5 bucks, a preemptive strike at tonight's what-to-do question. After getting home, i started a bath, my first bath in a long time, in order to gain quality alone time with books, cigarettes and a warmth that seems to have prematurely left the weather spectrum lately. It was a little hot at first, but all good baths are, and after settling in, I felt quite alright. I read a couple chapters of a book and decided to close my eyes for a minute, quickly falling asleep. Half sleep in a bath is a funny thing, your head resting on unforgiving porcelain, body sliding deeper into the water, every minute movement echoed audibly in splashes. Whatever though, it was nice to nap in the water. And when i finally fully woke up (after a couple false starts) I still laid and laid still for a few more minutes watching my morning (or maybe evening?) wood bounce to the beat of my pulse. Bodies are weird things aren't they? It felt like a fitting end to one's leisure time in the bathroom, but as I got up, I realized I had forgotten to actually clean myself, so a shower was necessary. I pulled the plug and turned on the shower head at the same time, and the flow raced against the drain during the entire length of the shower, finally catching up and draining the bathwater when I finished my shower. That's when I realized I didn't have a boner anymore and it felt like things were done in the bathroom for the time being.

The whole process started a little more than two hours ago, and ended five minutes ago. Stay tuned.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

interweb conversations are less simplistic than i thought they'd be

losing: any signs of an enjoyable life
gaining: modest amounts of money. at least enough to pay the bills.
missing: every single gathering of friends and a lady in asia.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

today i bought cookies and ice cream and put my cookies in my ice cream.

also, i'm in need of some super glue and meaningful days.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

sinus headaches for a week straight. it makes me sleepy and grumpy. working too much also makes me sleepy and grumpy. gonna watch half of a movie now and then go back to work.

Friday, August 14, 2009

today i finally found Bookends on vinyl. i made a bunch in tips (enough to contribute to a limousine ride to and from blink 182) and found out i didn't have to work the 14 hour day i thought i did. it got scaled back to a good ol fashioned 9 hours which is much more tolerable given the fact that the boss bought us all a bunch of pizza. gonna go read now. just thought i should let the internet know what happened to me today.

Monday, August 10, 2009


Angry boy who wishes to be lazy. All but refuses to look for job. Rejected from blood plasma donation center. Worried about ramifications of counting on said center for extra income. Does not wish to lose all weekends to pizza delivery. "Will apply tomorrow" quickly becomes personal mantra. "Will eat burrito" quickly becomes bi-daily habit. Pending food stamps would come in handy. Possible openings as line cook could provide much needed employment experience. Can seriously make a good burrito. Already tired of the same drinks in the same yard turning everyday into the same day. Frustrated with the vast difference in scale of distances on a map as compared to distances in reality. Will now watch Major League 2 and drink Diet Mountain Dew.

Asking price-One bottle of Andre Extra Dry and a little bit of orange juice, OBO.

Sunday, August 9, 2009


you got the dick breath.

Saturday, August 1, 2009


i already miss you all the time

Monday, July 20, 2009

here we go.
goodbye friends for a small amount of time.
goodbye lover for a longer stretch.
goodbye comforts and disabling security.
goodbye stressless immobility.
goodbye doormats and clean carpets.
goodbye dog.

hello vigilance and continuous reminders of what is what, what is right, what is worthwhile, what is less empty, what is happiness.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Life Goal #676

stop spending so much of life recovering.

Monday, July 13, 2009

having no phone is sweet until organization with others becomes a key component to your week.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

I wish I could get my head out of the sand, cause I think we'd make a good team

it seems like every time i try to post, i have to poo.

Tom Gill and I verbally sparred last night. Apathy vs. strategic hope. Nothingness vs. all-encompassingness. Foxnews vs. Cnn. And neither of us particularly chose a side. He is one of the most revitalizing forces on the planet, and he has sweet mutton chops to boot.

I just downloaded the blue album after listening to eric n friends cover the whole record last week. I'm about 10 or 12 years too late, but we'll see how it goes.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

goddamn the sun

gotta poo, listening to the cubs, trying to have a normal day. you know how these things go.

it's wednesday right? i need some sort of physical activity today, but the goddamn rain won't stop. i've realized recently that i use language that would indicate a high level of faith in a monotheistic deity and the deity's ability to literally damn the weather to hell.

god, damn the rain.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The central portion of Illinois is an intense place. I wish I had my glasses and cigarettes and dry pants.

The Ronettes-I Wish I Never Saw The Sunshine

Sunday, June 28, 2009

alpha male

never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves never join a pack of wolves.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Dear Michael Jackson,
You totally stole Farrah Fawcett's tragic death spotlight. Also, that dude from PBS and Ed McMahon. Your unadulterated need for attention is not appreciated and will not go unnoticed.

Imma go listen to Thriller now and give up on this stupid topical post.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Losing your shit in silence in dark in nowhere in florida is a hell of an experience. It fills a notebook up real quickly and leaves you with sleeplessness in a sweaty van and a kind of hangover the next morning. Attempts at optimism are necessary.

The past week has been wild if nothing else. Drunk on the beach by noon central time in Savannah to bump into friends from central illinois was certainly interesting.

a night in philadelphia with a good friend to discuss the finer points of feelings.

a boner story in dc that rivals the majority of the boner stories i've been involved in.

north carolina handed us one of the more ridiculous gatherings of people i've been involved in, propositions galore with the added bonus of Four Loko, an interesting 24oz combination of caffeine, sugar and 11% alcohol.

a burnt skin now keeps me feeling uncomfortable but alive, and the lack of knowledge regarding sleeping arrangements or evening plans makes me want to read more books instead of giving a shit.

I plan on sweating and conversing for the next few days.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Gonna leave this town at the crack of dawn tomorrow, and i feel pretty great to leave my good ol' home-self behind for a bit. Ocean swimming, a bunch of new friends and a couple old friends will be therapeutic to say the least. Thinking about these shows we're playing, I realized most of them are at radical or at least progressive thinking locations, and that makes sense. You know, it's the type of kids we all hang out with. But upon further self-inspection, I realized that none of my songs are inherently political in any sense, and if one is to even attempt to look for politics in the songs, the shit is few and far between. So I hope all the anarchopunx on the east coast like songs about heartache, pubic hairs, alcohol, twin peaks and heartache.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

sick as fuck. tried to go to bed early last night, but was somehow sucked into the movie cider house rules. i felt stupid for laying around a 1 am watching a pretty silly movie. i generally hate period pieces and love stories, but i found myself stuck in my basement with snot running down my face, a brutal headache and a bowl of ice cream. wtf am i doing with my life. i stopped watching it 20 minutes before the end when i realized i didn't care how it ended.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009


There's this strange sense of total loss of any grip i had on myself. I look around during the day and feel like i'm missing something, completely slipping past moments and objects and getting crosseyed in the process. Like the things I used to comprehend are stealing their meaning from me, and I'm letting it happen. It's hard to describe, but all I feel is lost and angry so i swear more. and i smoke more. and I just ate a bunch of pizza about it. and now I'm going to drive to normal, il to sing about it.

Friday, May 29, 2009

tired, old and bitter and really fucked up

I'm going to get too drunk tonight. then i'm going to go swimming. then i'm going to kiss kyle holmer on the lips. maybe tongue. i'm going to hang out with my sister's friends, and we'll talk about the few things we have in common, like knowing my mom is totally sweet. then i'm going to go swimming again. maybe naked. then i'm going to make a fool of myself and wake up embarrassed. my life is predictable in this town, but i am still excited about it.

Monday, May 25, 2009


what a weekend.

vacation time to the max. Lakehouse+too many beers+inappropriate adults+bacon for breakfast+more beers and a boat+diapers. That made for a good friday and a little bit of saturday.

excited to hang out all night at the kitchen on saturday. smoked hash. watched mikey puke. passed out before midnight. felt lame when i woke up in the morning.

drive with muffler dragging. drive while treads rip off of tire. drive 80 mph swerving from shoulder to shoulder of a highway and spill mountain dew and freak out the cars behind and think death is imminent. manage to gain control of car and successfully change a tire.

different lakehouse+too many beers+inappropriate adults+bar+mischief+endless requests for tracks off of Thriller+sick dance moves+cigarettes with adult women+cigarettes with creepy men who want nick's balls+100 stolen beers+a wig+adult women spilling long islands and apologizing profusely+latelatelate night golf carts to meet up with all of the people we just met+dankweeds+converge. now what the fuck are we supposed to do with a trunk full of stolen beer?

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Weezy reminds me, "Money Over Bitches" while I work.

It keeps my mind occupied.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Yesterday Kyle gave me a bouquet of flowers. I took it with me to the city. Rohan gave his to the liquor store owner. I carried mine everywhere we went with the intentions of brightening a lonely person's day. After a long night and a lack of stereotypically depressed girls at the bar, we left, standing outside, making plans. A girl came up and asked for a cigarette, and I must have done something rude or standoffish as I handed her one, because she said, "seems like you are sad about a girl." She became my late night, drunken psychologist and I let it all out on this stranger. She demanded details and more details and gave stern advice like an angry talk show host. We talked for about fifteen minutes, and then Ross called her a bitch. I got sort of upset with him, but then I gave the girl those flowers and said goodbye. I hope it made her happy.

Friday, May 15, 2009

I don't believe in the sun

Yesterday and the previous night were the strangest combination of manic emotion I've had in a while. extremities of highs and lows.

And I still can't sleep and I don't know why. Horrible fucking dreams. I threw a dude down a staircase though. that felt good. AWERITHOIAFFUUUUUUUUUUUCK FUCK

But I have these wonderful friends and I'll try my best not to take things for granted.


Monday, May 11, 2009

let's pretend

Yesterday was hellish besides sweet friends. Today will be just as bad if I can't find sympathy and get out of working. I got no sleep and a throat full of dust and I'm just about ready to strangle anyone who gets in the way of me reading Ernest Hemingway for fun today after a brutal nap.

also, cancel bills, find out how much we owe utility companies, find out how much we owe the landlord, and try my best to get the money to pay them without blowing out nine thousand brains.

Gonna drive to wheaton now. it is 8 am. fml.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

I don't know how to do things anymore.

Roamed around a bar last night, drinking high life and free drinks from the bartender.  Hung out with astronaut girl that I vaguely remembered.  Talked about NASA.  Got myself in trouble from breaking and entering a few times to find beers after the liquor stores were closed.  A boy walked into his apartment while I was standing, giggling like a maniac with a three foot bong in my hand.  Maybe we're friends now.  

I don't really know what else to say.

Friday, May 8, 2009

The most awkward strange colors

Got gay and sexy tonight.

Got naked and started a naked party with all the naked kids in town.  My naked face was in the face of all the other naked faces.  Fucking hell.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


Monday, May 4, 2009

Ernest, you fuck.

never thought thoroughly discussing vaginas would be either unfunny or unsexy until today.  I feel like a gynecologist or sigmund freud or an awkward sex ed teacher.  I just want to go listen to the cubs and lay down and let v-holes be what they used to be.  

Sunday, May 3, 2009

I'm sick and was planning on staying cigarette free today.

Cracked at 2:45.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

productivity out the window.

My left eye has acquired an obnoxious twitch and I can't stop it.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009


I gotta poop, but there are only two sheets left, and that is most certainly not enough.
So I'm holding it until class.

Today must be productive.  Overproductive even.  I will forge an interview with my grandmother and talk about the great depression in a way that will make my teacher think, "oh, this essay isn't anything but ordinary," and then stamp a B- on it so I can move on to bigger and better things and get all this shit out of my brain.

Roh, I beat Half Life 2 yesterday.  I feel accomplished.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

They were born beautiful


I don't know why I feel so sad today.  Last Fun Haus show, and I was almost crying for most of it.  I don't really know why.  Played a shitty set, but swooned for the Mess.

And it's bothering me that I'm letting other people get to me.

last night was wild, this morning was natural, and now I don't know what to feel.

Halfway done with your mix.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

A promise to myself

Locational stability can and will not turn into psychological stagnation.  It will become a rebuilding phase of largely lonely proportions, friend fueled vigor, and an endless quest for something that feels ok.  Hopefully it will also afford time to appreciate and indulge in the finer things in life.  Namely travel, music, and dissent.  
Preparation for real instead of the bullshit I've been fed for the past 22 years.

A poetic versing of how I would like to feel helps in convincing me that it is good to feel this way.  For your health.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

I thought of a good title earlier today.

But really, my chest feels like jello.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

losing the things I thought were most certain.
gaining pragmatic attempts at existence.

and i can't decide why it hurts so fucking bad.

I suppose it has nothing to do with a decision and more the realities of life in the present.
I've been coming up with single lines lately that go nowhere, and it makes me unhappy that i can't make connections.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Orange soda.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


Last night I dreamt my death for the first time in my life.

70mph head on collision.
in the rain.

everything went black and i felt dark tumbles and splatters and then a thud.

am i dead?  

There was a flashing moment of fear, as I'd lost my body but still had my mind.

i woke up, looked around to assure myself that my limbs were intact, and closed my eyes again to dream.

Monday, April 13, 2009

I just feel gross.

On the bright side, I also just got a sweet glittery sticker with a pentagram turned into a mouse head on it.  White Mice put on a rowdy show.

In regard to nearly everything in my life:
I'd like to reconcile the fact that I give a fuck with the fact that I don't want to give a fuck.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

When You Talk About Music

Last night was a silly time.

The Cubs won in fine fashion, and I made my way to the place where all the cool kids hung out.  I talked to Roxanne for a while, and probably came across as a young weirdo.  But she's used to hanging out with young weirdos.  She made at least one.  I think we had some nice talks about Bruce and beers and the F word.  
I also talked to some girl that is an aspiring astronaut.  I've never met anyone that planned on doing something like that, but I suppose it's just as romanticized as playing rock and roll or changing the world with books.  
I fell down and my sheets are bloody this morning.  Not in any sexual conquistador manner.  I mean my knees are scabbed over and looking gross.  I probably looked like a doofus when I was walking home with Austin during our soft and stoic talks.  

I don't know what I'm attempting to do with this post.  I just woke up in a blur and now I'm going to eat breakfast.

Friday, April 10, 2009

big ugly things brew
big ugly things
they hide in my ribcage.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Deep Cuts: two nights ago, i ripped open my toe with a nail.

Getting sucked back into This American Life.

I forgot about the incomprehensibility and absolutely loveliness of this program and Mr. Glass' voice. Phillip Glass' second cousin.  Also, he's a total babe.

working working working.  Annotating collating organizing scheduling brainstorming.
+figuring out my life

all the drugs and habits are still there, sometimes they just change their clothing, or put on a funny hat.

I'm gonna go make coffee and ride my squeaky bicycle to the library.

Monday, April 6, 2009

I think I'm going to eat lots of cheese and ranch dressing in the coming weeks.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

I just realized that my second celebrity crush is Janeane Garofalo.

So now I'm wikipedia--ing her instead of beginning either of the two presentations I have to give tomorrow.  This is going to be a very difficult month of forcing myself to give a fuck about things that seem much less important than anything else in the world.  I'm gonna go poop now.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

i don't know how i feel.

if you were to ask me, "hey scott, how are you?"
i would say, "i don't know."

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

My numb digits

Today my blood was tested for anemia and diagnosed with Raynaud's disease.  It's not as ominous as it sounds, and mostly means that my fingers and toes get colder than they should.  This normally happens when the temperature is, in fact, cold.  Or when there's lots of stress involved.  

I was told to get fill my body with the ginko biloba, and i think i could boogie with that.

drunk friends in my house and i just got April fooled with a bucket of warm water on my socks, and it warmed up my toes real good.  

Now drunk friends are  playing a Woody Guthrie song that convinced my dad that Woody Guthrie wasn't an activist and made me laugh right in his face.  I felt awkward about it, but sometimes that guy is a dummy.

PS. The positive correlation between more people sharing a fridge and the speed of your personal stock of food disappearing is as astounding as it is frustrating.  Godfuckingdamnit my almond butter is gone.

Monday, March 30, 2009


How come my incense smells like a mixture between old underwear and something not as bad as old underwear?

Rowdy weekend, nearly nude, rock and roll, highlife and wine, a sister, a father, good friends from this town and other towns.  

I just got my Tupac cigarette case in the mail and I feel cooler than I should

disjointed things.

Coffee will become my new drug of choice in the coming weeks, as I won't have time or energy for booze or much else, and I will have lots of time to load up on stimulants, sleep less than I should, and read a lot of things.

With coffee comes more cigarettes, and at least I have this tiny light at the end of every half hour tunnel where I get to use my new Tupac case.  

back to books.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

i need to write in the books i read, and it hurts bad when i can't.

Monday, March 23, 2009

I just wrote my second ever children's song.

It's called You're Mystery Meat, and it's about mixing up all the school lunch food you get in the cafeteria during elementary school.  And it's about a lot of other things.  

I wish I could write more songs like this, but they normally just pop out once every six months in about a ten minute time span.  

Also, today I was reminded of the general goodness of normal people.  Sometimes I forget that the normal people I have a overbearing distaste for are really full of good once in a while.

Now I have to write the paper I've been procrastinating on the things I don't know or agree with.  Yuck.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

A carpenter

Today was too nice to stay inside.  It was also too uninspired to do anything interesting.

So we pooled ideas, some irrational, some stupid.  We played with a tire for a half hour.  Then we played with some sticks and some rocks.  Then we nailed boards to a tree and built a ladder to the roof to lay back and absorb every ray of sun that big ball of fire could spit at us.  

Now we're gonna make burgers and punk rockers are going to take over the town.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009


I woke up this morning to find my bedsheets sprawled all over my floor.  There was vomit involved and a lot of confusion.

Embarrassment set in pretty quickly and I felt like a freshman again.  And I don't even care about something silly like St Patrick's Day.  Chrrrrist.

Monday, March 16, 2009


Friday, March 13, 2009

a new tattoo is a new reason to think

I have two online away message/status update/blog traditions that i cannot help.
on the fourth of july, i always find myself posting lyrics from Baby I'm an Anarchist and when i get a new tattoo, Trio always finds its way onto the internet.

I forgot how much certain parts of the body hurt when a weird blade is slicing up the skin in every direction, and learned of new parts that hurt even worse: the nipple's surrounding area, the middle of the fucking chest, and anywhere near an armpit.  I am a crumpled up ball of exhausted, excited, and completely sick of waiting for things.

Now it's time for beers with Corey.

PS. One more Blink cover down.  Two more to go.  Even when I'm unproductive at this house all alone, I am still productive.  The lonely home also allows me to listen to the music i've made without feeling self-absorbed or pretentious.  Gregg Demarke made a really fucking wonderful recording of our shitty songs, and i wish we would have done something with his hard work instead of letting it sit on a total of eight or nine computers.

blood in my throat, smoke in the air

I am back in normal.

that'd be a pretty cool sentence if one had never heard of the town.

There is a dead thing named Vince in my room and it's making me feel like a quitter.  Oh well, he lead a pretty long life.  Maybe I'll put him on someone's windshield and they won't get a kick out of it.

fuck, there is no substitute for a good recording.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

unwilling and able

now I'm gonna go record my voice until tomorrow it hurts me to swallow.  and even then it won't sound good, but maybe tonight something passable will fall out.  

i wrote a punk rock song a week ago about today.

Monday, March 9, 2009

a would be addendum,

were it not for its completely contradictory nature.

unhealthyshitbrown is better for my eyeballs than the ridiculous blackwhite contrast, so let's see how this works out.

and fuck,
Brian Wilson knew what was going on.  he can make a boy smile. fr realz.

PS. There's nothing like starting a new blog to refresh your minimal html skills.  I feel ridiculously accomplished for aligning my title to the left.

To begin again

Dear scott,
black and white?
is this (horrendously overused) template fitting for what i do or feel or what i want to do or feel?

Goodbye to the old friends that left or stayed.  Hello to the no-ones and secretbodies. Welcome back cryptic fingertips and the ways you walk.  

Really though.  Here's the new blog and its product probably won't be much different than the old one.