Post for Posterity

This ought to be good. When you write for the sake of writing, it usually turns out really well. It never ends up being a bunch of contrived, faux-philosophical, arrogant bullshit. Nope. Never. Haha Man, I’m stupid. Last night at dinner, I read the words “Add Cheddar, American, Swiss” as “Lettuce, Tomato, Swiss.” (It was… More Post for Posterity

Frank’s Log V

Blah blah blah Pigs goats fiddlesticks nightmare schism A Wednesday left unturned. Nether regions of light and mustard. It’s unjust to pickle your leftovers if the dogs are unfed. That’s why clowns don’t joke at home. So go back to the basics, give yourself a test: What’s the square root of life? Why don’t the… More Frank’s Log V

Frank’s Log IV

Alphabet soup. Tourniquet loop. Flip-flopping summer troop with Albanian ethnic roots. Did the word “diary” come from a mispronunciation of “diarrhea?” The words don’t matter to illiterates, bro. They can’t read. Tell ’em on the mountain, or whatever. If I were a spaceman, I’d be Spiff. I’d have lunch with Taylor Swift: Finger sandwiches and big… More Frank’s Log IV

Frank’s Log II

If you’ve ever read Hemingway, you know it needn’t be pretty. I’ve read a book and a half. The last time my shoes grew too tight, I can’t remember. That’s the thing about life – you don’t recall the past unless it hurts. Or even if you harken back to pleasant memories, the pain of separation… More Frank’s Log II

Frank’s Log

I like when humans appear to me as animals. Those rare interludes in which knowledge is suspended, when a classroom of twenty two students registers simply as mammals in chairs, deliver a breathtaking reversion to pure perception. Somehow I momentarily escape the veil of familiar categorization and truly see. Instead of black kids and nerds… More Frank’s Log

I like when humans appear to me as animals. Those rare interludes in which knowledge is suspended, when a classroom of twenty two students registers simply as mammals in chairs, deliver a breathtaking reversion to pure perception. Somehow I momentarily escape the veil of familiar categorization and truly see. Instead of black kids and nerds… More Frank’s Log