last week: seattle hangs, hockey games, radio shows. here’s to not letting the weather get us down.

3 Questions at 3am with Cass Grant, by Cass Grant

Because people back home would probably like to be clued in after I fell off the face of the earth, and because I have a term paper to write, and because everyone’s gone offline/there’s no one awake to annoy/I am super at distracting myself. (Though Lonnie and Claire did help bring the she-wolf out of the closet. Awhoo!)

H-hello? Hey. Hey, seriously, can we focus on the—honestly, we’ve had this interview scheduled for over a month, the least you could do is pretend to look like you’re making an effort.

Mmmsorry. I’ve been kind of busy, you know, faffing around, doing the things tremendously attractive people do. But—yeah, okay, there’s only so much time I can spend staring at myself in the mirror before I develop eyestrain. You can ask three questions, I’ll answer them as honestly as I can before I get bored and start singing to annoy Hermione.

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Indeed, I am nothing but a wanderer and a pilgrim on this earth! And what more are you?
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
This is just depressing.

This is just depressing.

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fairly happy feeling hopeless

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fol chen - winter, that’s all

hey internets. hard times kept me away from you and now I can’t even post what I wrote last night. everything’s changed in the space of a day, but it was a while coming. now I’m living on long walks, scraps of poetry and mentally compiling all the mixtapes I don’t have the heart to see through to completion. and my friends, they give me all the hugs and manhoodies I could ask for (a considerable amount, given all the sadfacing I’ve done lately). this is a travelogue, right? and everyone says travel changes you; stuff happens and hopefully you learn from it. this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I’ll roll with it and I guess the only thing to do now is shift the documentation process accordingly. let’s try for a little more honesty tempered with discretion. the end result may be unlike anything you or I imagined. Click for high-res photo

hey internets. hard times kept me away from you and now I can’t even post what I wrote last night. everything’s changed in the space of a day, but it was a while coming. now I’m living on long walks, scraps of poetry and mentally compiling all the mixtapes I don’t have the heart to see through to completion. and my friends, they give me all the hugs and manhoodies I could ask for (a considerable amount, given all the sadfacing I’ve done lately).

this is a travelogue, right? and everyone says travel changes you; stuff happens and hopefully you learn from it. this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I’ll roll with it and I guess the only thing to do now is shift the documentation process accordingly. let’s try for a little more honesty tempered with discretion. the end result may be unlike anything you or I imagined.

Since I don’t see myself hugging a real moose anytime soon.

Since I don’t see myself hugging a real moose anytime soon.

So… the photos from last night have surfaced on facebook. This is the only nice one of the night; the others are a horrifying testament to the need for stringent privacy settings, and the rule that you really don’t mix your beer with shots. Ugh. (Also this is Josie, my new best friend. You can see we have a lot in common.) Click for high-res photo

So… the photos from last night have surfaced on facebook. This is the only nice one of the night; the others are a horrifying testament to the need for stringent privacy settings, and the rule that you really don’t mix your beer with shots. Ugh.

(Also this is Josie, my new best friend. You can see we have a lot in common.)