My face is broken, I swear it.  For the last week and a half, I've been living with a migraine that won't quit.  On Wednesday, Wotan's day, a good day for battle, I checked myself into the hospital to up the ante on the tangle with the pain in my head.… Read full post »

Living in a homeless shelter is an awful lot like living in prison.  There are the rules set out by the institution, and enforced by the staff, and then there are the real rules established by the inhabitants.  Resident rules, like staff rules, were often slippery things that changed depend… Read full post »

Rock Festival Season is a time of magic.  It's when vegan bar-be-cue scents the air like an aphrodisiac, boys strut around with their artfully trimmed summerbeards and Diamond Dogs-like sunburns on their chests (courtesy of the omnipresent American Apparel deep V that invariably gets shed after… Read full post »

I was never supposed to be homeless.  I went to a small, yet incredibly self-important, liberal arts college.  When you begin this way, you feel insulated from the world.  Life is about learning, the ideas and images that you craft, and the eventual social good that you'll do.  I… Read full post »