Ari and I had been trying to rent Waking Life for weeks. We go to Vulcan Video to get our weekend movies and Waking Life was always rented out by the time we got there. But last weekend I went early - like before noon - and one copy was available so I snagged it. […]

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I was out seeing a man about a horse last night when I found myself transfixed by the sheer volume of graffiti in that small john, most of which was name calling and ethnic slurring. But there was one stuffed into a tiny spot between the towels and the soap that read: “The real act […]

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Now I understand why parents sometimes put their hands on their hips when they’re angry. You know what I’m talking about, right? Remember when your mom found out you’d painted the dog? She came in to scold you for that, her face red hot, her hands on her hips? Or when your dad found out […]

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Welcome to the New and Improved Chatterwaul™. In addition to moving files hither and yon, renaming directories and generally making a mess of things, Ari and I have actually updated the main Chatterwaul page (gasp). I’m currently in the process of cleaning out the old chatter archives, and I’m still testing links here and there […]

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My beloved offspring (the elder) is well on his way to following in his dad’s misguided and wrong-lyric-singing footsteps. His chorus to Green Day’s Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) goes a little something like this: “It’s something unpredictable, the Indian is right, I help you hang the time off a light.” As many song […]

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At first, I didn’t understand why I kept having this feeling of deja vu while reading Neuromancer. I mean, this was supposed to be a revolutionary book, right, touching ground that no one had touched before? Why, then, did it all sound vaguely familiar?
A few hours after finishing it, it occurred to me that it’s […]

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I’m not saying that I was purposely trying to be sneaky or anything - it’s not like I was hiding from anyone - but the timbre (shriek) of the hinges as I opened the bathroom door - painful, hysterical, hell-bound and fattened by the hard corners and flat surfaces of an ample concrete stairwell - […]

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It’s hard to keep a bald head warm.
Take a picture of this*: Slate gray sky like a skullcap on the city. Hold your index finger and thumb in a close approximation of a square bracket (]) and extend it to arm’s length, then turn around in a circle and watch a swath of smoky white […]

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When I was a kid, I had this game I’d play with myself. I’d try to get from point A to point B without being seen. It’d start in the house. First, I’d have to make it out the front door without mom or dad seeing me. Then, once outside, I’d have to get across […]

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I want to get paid to stay at home and raise my kids. Seriously. I want to spend the majority of my waking hours with my boys. As it stands now, I get an hour in the morning with them; I get home at 5:30 pm (if I’m lucky) and Julien goes to bed at […]

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