A Blog About Why I Don’t “Get It.” Alternate Title: Wow. Tertiary Title: Brains of Steel

Life is pretty nuts. If you just consider what’s happening, what’s going on here… this shit is WILD. I think that’s what most excites and frustrates me about being alive – the possibilities are endless and yet we engage in systemized dogshit whirlpools of offensive stupidity. Like, it’s offensive how stupid we are. But we’re also awesome. Take… More A Blog About Why I Don’t “Get It.” Alternate Title: Wow. Tertiary Title: Brains of Steel

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 III

My voice. My own fucking voice. Well, who knows? That one fret on that one string of that one guitar effects a certain note, but we wouldn’t say that fret has its own voice. That one key thingy on that one clarinet doesn’t have its own voice. The instrument is the voice. So what frickin… More Frank’s Log III

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

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