Something I value deeply is without meaning.

There is no magic in literature.
It is all grit and sadness and not to be admired.

There is no value in writing.
Only what we bring to it, self-serving and needy.

There is no beauty in the world.
Only want and desire, and pleasure.

Reading is a self-congratulatory act.
It is mental masturbation.

And we begin there,
Constructing our own worlds
Through the construction of the worlds of others.

It simply is,
Without judgment or prejudice,
We bring that to the text.

(We)Con-(Writing)text.
The navigation of media is principle to our understanding of the world.

Smells like

Time has a distinct smell. Not even retrospectively. Time, as it's happening, has a distinct smell.

This past winter smelled this kind of heavy refreshing wet smell. "Rude Boy" makes that smell. It's like the electronic something or other. The music video's weird, throw-back, and awesome. Something about the full length shots that makes the smell. Something that can't be explained.

I remember what soap tastes like when you drink it, or choke some down during bubble-blowing. That's what one summer smelled like, when I was kid.

I smell pretty distinct. Musty. Let me sit for a few days and all my stuff smells like it. I'm a nest-er. Nests have a distinct smell; ask any bird.

Some books buy you in just for the smell. It's low-grade combustion. Paper is burning, in a sense. Yellow. Give it long enough, black? It'll at least crinkle, crack, dry, and flake like ashes.

Brown is a smell I get and my nose, if I pinch it, smells like peanut butter. Shitty peanut butter. Not the kind I buy, but the kind a roommate might burn in the toaster. Or the kind some vegan might think is a solid meal on some spelted heavy-ass bread. Don't talk to me about heavy breads vegans, I like that stuff that comes in a can; the darkest of Ryes. You're doing it wrong.

Can't remember the smell of most foods. 530 pm always smells like pasta. Always; NPR "All Things Considered." I almost called Car Talk about a problem I had / have. Long, solo car rides leave car days later, smelling like the farts of days past. The issue here, isn't the car. It me. Perpetually solo / Rugged individualist, which I think means republican or at least libertarian.

The worst part about hating Ayn Rand, is being the main character of her novel "Atlas Shrugged."

It was a girthy day hot with plump sun and wet clouds that were making me wet with clouds. When the coffee hit my lips, for kissing, I knew that my brain would like the taste of this coffee when my tongue touched it and my brain liked it.

Review: Bunk Bar

In the absence of normal writing, I've attached my yelp reviews to this post. I make no divisions in my art.

Bunk Bar

Categories: Bars, Sandwiches
Neighborhoods: Central Eastside, Industrial District

4/7/2011

Some of the best times of my life have been eating sandwiches, and drinking beer. I used a comma there to differentiate between the two, as typically being separate "best times of my life-zies."

At Bunk Bar, I can do both. Ye, Gods.

There was a special Ruben made of beef tongue one time. I've eaten a blaggard's throw of Rubens and Beef Tongue alike; heavens, this is the sort of pairing that gives one the vapors. I must concede, Bunk Bar: In the game of life you are winning.

Also, the beer selection is solid like a rock like a ford commercial, but not to be conflated with middle America's obsession with trucks and Budweiser. No, Bunk Bar has some solid, tasty beverages to lift the skirt on any Johnathan or Christine.

Coalition Brewing

Categories: Restaurants, Breweries
Neighborhood: Southeast Portland

3/13/2011

I really like this place, it's got that small bar charm to accompany the craft brewed beer. As a picky beer person, I enjoy the variety of beer that is regularly on tap. It's not all for me, but most of it suits my tastes. It seems like most beers here are well-balanced.

The seasonal beers and the special guest taps are always interesting and pretty good. This winter I enjoyed the Lost Glove Strong Ale a fair amount. The food is good as well; The elk sloppy joe and pastys are a nice unique fare.

Plus the bar-tenders are friendly people. Good on this place for being local, friendly, and high-quality.

Pine State Biscuits

Category: Breakfast & Brunch
Neighborhoods: Southeast Portland, Belmont

1/16/2011

I've always thought that the best thing about eating biscuits n' gravy is that you're not making it for breakfast. This place does that for you.

Ye gods, they have one covered in honey and pickles.

I like how small it is too, so if it's busy consider getting it to go. Personally though, I just order it for there and a table nearly always opens up. You know, just like intuit the Tao and whatever on it.

I like the corndogs a fair bit too.