these jeans i haven’t worn in a couple years they fit again and i don’t look like a fucking pear when i wear them!
Helle R (if i may call u so, just cause I am be lazy)
Well, u have to thank Franks Mag for a potential newcomber to your blog. I bought an edition for work purposes, an article that had to do with my work, and as going through it I saw your photo in the last page or two. Well, I am a guy, and seeing u topless had an
affect. Apologize to your boy for me, but what can u expect. Anyway, it was the mixture of the magazine, your reply and the photo that made me check out your
blog.
Funny, as I had some things to say, the “Hockey Song” came on my itunes and thru me for a mental loop.
K, some good underworld flowing now.
The more I looked into you and your blog and your life the more fascinated I became, yet at the same time I became less interested. Please don’t take anything here as a negative because it is far from that. Less interested as in why are we so prone to showing so much of ourselves so strangers so we can see the part of ourselves we may or may not like.
Yours was the first blog I have given any thought or time to, a fact I am still determining why. Maybe I am just questioning ones soul, maybe I connect to some
of your words, in essence some of you. That’s the strange thing, how can one connect with a complete stranger. Oh yeah, the internet. Hmm, but is that just a forum to show a side of yourself that is not fully true, a side for others to see to find yourself or for one to move to something closer to their fantasy.
You’ve been blogging since 99 which means a lot for a reader, shows passion, will, persistence and a need. Why a need? Well, as much as blogging has become a
part of our society it is still not socially accepted as an art form. Do I think it is so? No, no I don’t. Maybe I see it as a means to an end, an end I don’t need to describe as I know you know what that is.
Is this a car crash, am I just some passerbyer taking in? Maybe, maybe not. More music is needed. A little K-os
The flow, the word flow, ones mind flowing through fingers creating consistent lines. I am a flow writer, I live by the flow of my fingers. As you are searching for your first novel so am I. Coming from a filmmaking/script background, the novel, well it’s a novel idea. The depth a writer can go without the money machine hitting you over your head saying it can’t be so because of time or cash or the director sees different. The thing is we are not alone as flow writers, we are everywhere. We began so long ago with Dostoyevsky’s “Notes From the Underground”. The first true existential writings known to us. we are so many is their room for any of us for the public to see?
I guess I am questioning not only myself but you and every other writer finding ones medium. What is this blog for you? Is it your ends? How does your boy react to the constant invasion? How long can it go? Honestly the questions won’t end but have you at least found a few of your answers?
I’m sure this is pretty nonsensical but so are you. Are tou taking advantage of a new medium (meaning fearing the novel u were always supposed to write), have you given your dreams to another, can u not find your way outside the madness of your mind or are you just passing time?
My friends are harrasing me so I must go… An answer to any question. Is such a thing possible?
to rod
i believe in blogging and i have always written and i will never stop
and i have already published a book, not the greatest, but a story that needed to be told and i am working on another book and i finally got back some creativity i was missing all summer to get it finished, there is no fear, just anxiety over acute laziness
i am stubborn and i dont think in terms of what if i never make it
blogging is the lazy way of making it, it is only inevitible if you have a fraction of talent and know how to engage people, at this point i think that’s the necessary skill to keep going
there are authors whom publish many books and people keep buying them, that’s oldschool blogging, if you look at it that way.
i dont think blogging will be my ends, it’s the beginning
and fuck frank mag they purposely chose a fatter naked picture of me to piss me off and left out some parts of my email where i said way to go for choosing a tit picture (in the previous issue) i can’t even show this to my nana
this blog for me is my office, the office i choose to go to everyday, when i first started it i had no idea it would turn out to be something so big in my life, and others’s too, it’s working right now, so i keep going. celebrities blog in their myspace journals, if they finally see the benefit of blogging then that is a good thing, if a celebrity blogs it shows that even when you’re famous you still want to reach out you still want to share your thoughts ok this is going gay
clearly i am blogging this email as i am taking the time to write more than a few sentences back as is my style
if you think this is a car crash or if someone thinks that they can just keep driving, go over to a celebrity gossip blog or something, because i do not care, saying they don’t “get it” is cliche, but there i said it, if my life looks like a car crash, wicked, cool for me, that’s something isn’t it.
do you have any answers, does anyone ever have answers, i do not know. i know that for now i want to keep doing this and i will. i would like to do more, be more, and when the time is right i will.
you asked a lot of questions i guess i missed some, evidently you are searching for something more, some meaning in your life and by asking me it is more of a comfort, you want me to tell you that it’s ok to fail, basically, and it is ok to fail, just don’t let it consume you or shame you because the greatest failure in life is a wasted talent.
here’s another little thing i have noticed, people often want answers from me because they don’t have answers for themselves. not because i am this ancient wise old man or anything, but because i live this vagabond seemingly does nothing lifestyle and if i can do it, why can’t they. even the nasty ones when they’re being nasty they are just reaching out and don’t know it. shutting up now.
