After a still winter night I awoke with the impression that some question had been put to me, which I had been endeavoring in vain to answer in my sleep, as what - how - when - where? But there was dawning Nature, in whom all creatures live, looking in at my broad windows with serene and satisfied face, and no question on her lips. I awoke to an answered question, to Nature and daylight.

6'3 175lbs
Southern California
September 15th
5:44 PM

Campus board action

September 13th
5:57 PM

More campusing

September 7th
10:26 AM

A Tribute To Dilla

by J. Rawls

10:01 AM

At last, we know not what it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domestic in more senses than we think. From the hearth to the field is a great distance. It would be well perhaps if we were to spend more of our days and nights without any obstruction between us and the celestial bodies, if the poet did not speak so much from under a roof, or the saint dwell there so long. Birds do not sing in caves, nor do doves cherish their innocence in dovecots.

Formerly, when how to get my living honestly, with freedom left for my proper pursuits, was a question which vexed me even more than it does now, for unfortunately I am become somewhat callous, I used to see a large box by the railroad, six feet long by three wide, in which the laborers locked up their tools at night, and it suggested to me that every man who was hard pushed might get such a one for a dollar, and, having bored a few auger holes in it, to admit the air at least, get into it when it rained and at night, and hook down the lid, and so have freedom in his love, and in his soul be free.”

- Thoreau, Walden

September 6th
8:21 PM

Olexa made scrambled eggs for me

11:58 AM

Double clutch

September 1st
11:36 AM


trees grow below my lips
& across my jaw as i hide from the sun

you’re in your house alone
contemplating sickness
& how many times one heart can give out

i think i feel something bad
most of the time
that roots through me

the hair on my face is just a little
more than skin deep
but you are in my blood somewhere

shaking driveways &
praying on floors of walk in closets

lifting arms up into dying wind
wondering how you ended up by yourself

you know
the sky doesn’t have to apologize
for taking bodies apart

you know
you are not nearly that great

August 31st
11:41 PM


By thinking of you
I am taunting my body 
and my fragile heart
from the bitter truth.

But I would rather
torment myself with your
missing presence than to
be without you at all.

August 29th
8:48 PM

Tonight’s episode: Jimmy makes everything look like a jug, followed by one arm stuff.

August 26th
10:01 PM
The best pup ever

The best pup ever

August 25th
5:41 PM
Muscle up-ish thing

Muscle up-ish thing

August 23rd
8:50 PM

If I Ever Fall In Love

by Shai

August 22nd
3:07 PM


how you can never reach it, no matter how hard you try,
walking as fast as you can, but getting nowhere,
arms and legs pumping, sweat drizzling in rivulets;
each year, a little slower, more creaks and aches, less breath.
Ah, but these soft nights, air like a warm bath, the dusky wings
of bats careening crazily overhead, and you’d think the road
goes on forever. Apollinaire wrote, “What isn’t given to love
is so much wasted,” and I wonder what I haven’t given yet.
A thin comma moon rises orange, a skinny slice of melon,
so delicious I could drown in its sweetness. Or eat the whole
thing, down to the rind. Always, this hunger for more.

How the Trees on Summer Nights Turn into a Dark River
by Barbara Crooker

August 21st
6:35 PM
My tape :(

My tape :(

August 20th
11:00 PM

The campus board at our gym is finally finished!