Serendipitous feather shit happening in middle of nowhere diners.
We get it, Texas. Everything’s big. (I can never remember whether or not I’m supposed to mess with this place.)
…because that thing to the left is a mouse, you fucking idiot.
About to do another multi-state drive this week, and once again really only seeing America’s litter box.
Things will get greener and international later this year, but for now it’s more desert and roadside dinosaurs.
Which is just fine with me. Because the road is the road.
And I have developed a weird sort of love for the desert.
The path of Chapter One of Find the Starlight ended at this poem. After people dug up wood boxes from ghost towns and observatories, held old photographs over flames to reveal hidden writing, traveled to San Francisco to find a specific card from a fortunetelling machine, lined up holes in medallions to find cities, and stared at ceilings in distant hotels, they are now exactly halfway through this poem that will end the chapter and give a very important key to someone before beginning chapter two. This story is far from dead, despite the fact that M suddenly and mysteriously vanished months ago. There is a very active community of people faithfully working on these puzzles. I don’t post about it all because their work belongs in their hands. But it is very, very exciting. I think the rest of this poem will go very quickly for them, as they are almost out of the woods, so to speak. Then the first book comes out, and this story really begins.
axiums asked: Played SuperFight! for the first time last week and it was a hit with my friends. So now we're going to have a party for it where we send out pre-selected cards and everyone dresses as their given fighter. We are all very excited to say the least.
My new business cards arrived.
This isn’t a life achievement I’m sorry :(
"Daddy I’m making you a feather like the one on your arm." And then I fell down and died and now I am dead.
Worst businessperson in businessperson land.
I’ve been thinking a lot about dads. And about how hard I am always working to give these kids the best possible life I can. That doesn’t always mean money, but very often it does. I left home (if it could be called that) with nothing when I was 19. I had $34 dollars from an old savings bond. I punched a lot of clocks and worried about my future. Now I have a real chance to help them get more opportunities than I had. If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to help many others, too. I am working with charities that help treat and prevent child and domestic abuse from the monsters that walk this earth. I am giving everything I have to do everything I can. I have been for years. And it takes its toll. They don’t see me as much as they would if I wasn’t doing so much. But every ounce of it is for them. So I wonder about so many others whose fathers were not around much. I wonder if those dads were just doing what I am doing. Giving up insanely precious time with the kids they love more than anyone should love anything, so those kids can benefit in some way. I don’t regret the choices I have made, or the ones I am making. But that doesn’t make this easy.