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Sunday, August 23, 2015

The Ever-Changing List

I have often been asked what my favorite _________ is, and I have to say that, like most people, the things that I like change over time. Sometimes they change frequently, and sometimes a favorite thing will last for a very very long time. So this is the list, in case anyone is ever wondering. . .


The Neverending Story, by Michael Ende
His Dark Materials, by Philip Pullman
Cory Doctorow
H.P. Lovecraft
Scott Westerfeld
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamina Alire Saenz
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky


Twelfth Night, Shakespeare
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Shakespeare
A Doll('s) House, Henrik Ibsen
The Glass Menagerie, Tennessee Williams
A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams
Volpone, Ben Jonson
The Spanish Tragedy, Thomas Kyd

Musicals (Mostly by Soundtrack or Film Versions)

Matilda, the Musical
Bare: A Pop Opera
Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog
Legally Blonde the Musical
Across the Universe
Into the Woods

Films (Non-Animated)

The Life of Pi
Mean Girls
Fight Club
The Boondock Saints
American Psycho
The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Films (Animated/Anime)

Lilo & Stitch
Laputa: Castle in the Sky
Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind
Summer Wars

Songs/ Musical Artists

Panic! at the Disco
Walk Off The Earth
Jukebox the Ghost
Fall Out Boy (Infinity on High and later albums)
Twenty One Pilots

Television (Non-Animated)

Doctor Who (The newer stuff)
Downton Abbey
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Once Upon a Time
Orange is the New Black
CW's The Flash

Television (Animated/Anime)

Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra
Puella Magi Madoka Magika
Ouran High School Host Club
Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Steven Universe

Video Games (by system)

Kingdom Hearts (Despite the fact that they suck for releasing each game on different platform)
Super Smash Brothers (Nintendo)
Skyrim (XBox)
Fallout 3, New Vegas, and Fallout 4 
Portal/ Portal 2 (XBox)
Super Mario 64 (Nintendo)
Okami (Playstation, not Wii. I hated the Wii version...)
Mario Party (Nintendo 64. I pretty much hated all of the sequels.)
The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time (Nintendo)
The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask (Nintendo)

Famous People (real and fictional)

Queen Elizabeth II
Helena Bonham Carter
Felicia Day
Neil Patrick Harris
Ellen Degeneres
David Tennant
Sir Ian McKellen
Ron Swanson (Parks and Recreation)
Wallace Wells (Scott Pilgrim)

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Tears Like Rain

Tears have been like rain enough—
Like diamonds, rivers, stars—
So much
That I can’t help
Question the pain
That made a poet say
Tears are Rain.

What was the trigger
That once produced
What was the wrong that reduced
A wordsmith to rain?

My tears are bees,
stinging in my eyes;
They’re poison, scorching;
Knives, carving.

My heart
Complains of tears
like water,
But it’s wrong.
I've learned
Eyes are subtle volcanoes
beside the nose;
Tears are magma,
That while eyes tear,
They’re tearing
Down your cheeks—
with pain begot
from pain.

I think, though,
I forgot those
Tears that are
“like rain.”
they are the same,
But rather rain is more like crying:
Our pain is fluid;
our happy, dying;
Yet through the sad,
I think—I know—
That when they’re gone,
I grow.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Drunk Thoughts On Love On A Winter Night

I’d just pounded back
A double and coke
When you asked me how I felt about love.
I was uncomfortably tipsy;
You were already drunk—
You spoke with a slur—
And weighed against me on the couch.
I poured another drink
When you asked me again,
But I couldn’t answer just there and then,
Because I didn’t know.
I didn’t know then
How I felt about love
Or even if I felt Love.
I didn’t know love until many years later—
You asked me once again
In memory how I felt
But I still couldn’t answer
Because you’re no longer here.

I remember that night, though,
At my now-ex-boyfriend’s party
In his slummy urban shack.
We spent the night
Losing ourselves to the night’s ice grace.
Remember when the snow fell
So hard on the tarmac
We moved inside from the fire
We’d set in the rusty trash can?
Remember that busted couch
Where we first traded names?
You laughed at mine for being
Too old for a younger guy.
I remember.
I remember you thought
You were too old for a younger guy like me—
I said I didn’t think
You were.

How did I feel about love
That first night?
I wondered then if I was too young.
I was in school, after all,
And there was distance
In both space and mind.
But maybe I was making excuses.
With your warmth beside me
The warmth of rum inside me,
We dozed and slumped together,
Your gelled hair crunched in my hands.
You fell asleep and left me
To think,
To feel,
And wonder
Whether love is real,
Whether what I felt was love,
And whether that was true.

Monday, February 3, 2014


Uno is a game that I enjoy playing with friends, but it is complete crap to try to play it one-on-one with anyone. Even though the title Uno suggests a smaller group (perhaps consistingof a single individual *pause for weak laughter*), playing against a single partner is terrible. The game is meant to be played among friends (note the plural). In this photograph I have attempted to visualize the way I feel about the game and connect it to the way I feel about the concepts of "love" and "loneliness."

To some who have seen the above picture, the cards read "Love." The idea of love as a game is well known, but does not seem to be a particularly nice idea among romantics. In truth, however, Love can be very much like an Uno game. Despite a nature to have feelings toward more than a single person, the socially correct portrayal of love, at least in a majority of Americans, is that "true love" (whatever that may be) should take place between two single individuals (of course, it's more complicated than that, but I'm trying to be as simple as possible). By forcing Love to take place between two, you make the "game" (like Uno) much harder. It's easy for onee partner to be in control for a long amount of time, but then, in an instant, power can change hands. In a two-player Uno match--and in Love--the two participants are both struggling toward a common goal, and there may be swearing, there may be fun, there may be close misses, and you'll probably think it's over two or three times before it actually is, but then--it ends.

The other crowd of people who look at this photograph (excluding those individuals who just "...see a pile of Uno cards. What am I supposed to be looking at? This is dumb")--they often see the word "Lone." Loneliness can come at any point of a person's life. It can come before a relationship, and after a relationship, but I've noticed that people often neglect to think about the loneliness that can exist within a relationship. When coupled, it's easy for a person's ties to their friends and family--their other loves--to become weakened and severed. In Uno, I think the theme of loneliness is best represented in its name. Uno--meaning "one," of course--suggests singularity and exclusion. The point of the game is to be the only person without cards in your hand, which separates you, physically, from your friends in a probably incredibly insignificant, yet symbolically okay enough for me kind of way.

Anyway: Here's my picture of a bunch of cards.