I come in from weed-whacking the lawn when I hear the scream. It exits the wall to my right and crawls into my ear, ringing there like the buzzing of a little, lost fly.
It is my teenage daughter in the shower.
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Archive for the ‘Autobiography’ Category
#19 What’s with the skulls?
January 13th, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards
#19 – Shelf Life
The Skull
The skull may skulk;
a visage grim
with proof that life
is tissue thin
but that is not the breadth of him
Forget you not:
the skull doth grin.
cae
I just added a gallery of skull shots to my website and, thinking of posting that fact here, readied myself for a fairly common question I hear: what’s with the skulls?
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Happy New(ish) Site!
January 3rd, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards
Still Alive.
July 28th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Just waaaaaaaaaay busy with things other than my own creations.
Nowhere Man
April 8th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
So … where the hell am I?
Great question. Soon as you figure it out, let me know.
My one consolation is that the bulk of the blogs I follow seem to be in a similar state of shrugged shoulders.
I can’t imagine anyone even checks here, anymore. I sure as heck don’t.
That’ll make it doubly interesting once I get back to it. (and I will – my damn muse can’t wander the desert, without me, forever)
Luckily the world is already full-to-bursting with other folks who are driven, creative, and innerestin’; I hardly miss myself.
Hotcha.
Frak!
December 23rd, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
Much to my dismay, my computer is in a coma.
Until such a time as I can afford to get it fixed, you can count on my blog, along with the rest of my online activity, to be curtailed significantly.
Happy Holidays …
Hold On To Your Hat!
October 28th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
Mission Statement
October 10th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
When I moved from my home of Larimer County, Colorado to Washington state’s Olympic Peninsula in 1999, I did so with an optimism built on the spine of my young family and a sense that I had an opportunity to reinvent myself.
What I didn’t realize at the time was that my young family’s spine was broken even then and that you cannot reinvent what was never completed in the first place.
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Gaw-Dang Grape Flinger.
March 30th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
I’m sitting at the computer, typing away, when out of nowhere a grape hits me in the elbow.
My daughter, Mel, is lying on the couch just a few feet away, sniggering, her back to me as she watches a dvd. My cat, Ralph, has just come around the corner of my desk and is looking up at me in my dismay.
“Did you just throw a grape at me?” I ask, indignant, reaching down to retrieve the offending fruit.
“What?” my daughter laughs.
I playfully toss the grape back at her and it bounces off her head.
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Candy Coated Compound
February 22nd, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
Wither Catharsis?
February 17th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
I was talking with an attractive young woman the other day about my job when she asked me if I found it cathartic.
She’d read somewhere that working with dough could be cathartic.
Now, what we were really doing was a little light flirting in the form of trying to assure each other that we aren’t stupid, even though we’re both employed at a supermarket.
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Rah! Rah! Rah!
February 7th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
So, how about that Superbowl last weekend, eh?
What about that one play with the guy when he had the ball and it was like, wow? And that other one, where the guy got tackled? And that one call – WTF was the ref thinking? Well, at least that one team won. Unless you were rooting for the other team, the Cincinnati Bagels or whatever …
Okay, I admit it: I didn’t watch the Superbowl.
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Peer Pressure
January 28th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
So I’m in San Francisco last weekend with a buncha danged professionals and I’m feeling the odd man out. (I mean I felt strange in their company. Get your mind out of the gutter)
Anyway, they’ve all got nice cars, successful careers, wallets full of cash, and really great clothes. Especially the shoes. Every one of these bastards has what appears to be a brand new pair of shoes on their feet – sneakers or leathers – that probably cost more than my diet since September, and there I was in my four year old, beat to shit, steel-toed, brown hiking boots with obvious, whisker-like black laces. The original, brown ones were worn out and all I had were these stiff black things that I stupidly decided to replace the others with just before the trip.
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Insamnia
January 15th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
In the dream I am surfing on a baguette pan like the kind I use at my new job. Sometimes it’s a four-channel pan and sometimes it’s a six but the four-channel works better because the wheels are bigger and not as recessed (which is interesting because baguette pans don’t have wheels).
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Sugared Grease Tilt A Whirl
January 11th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
When I was in my late teens and early twenties, I worked first as a janitor for Hewlett Packard and then, some time later, as a security guard.
The first job, a delight of mop buckets, floor buffers, and trash bags, had a shift that ran from 7pm to 3:30 in the morning. It was an odd schedule but not too hard to get used to. Besides, I only lasted three months at the job.
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Not a Mused
January 6th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
I seem to be the most creative when I’m happiest and vice versa.
I suppose this follows. What makes you happier than being in the midst of a creative project?
The downside is that, when times are tough, my muse deserts me. It’s a little like how, when stressed, some of us contract stress-related illnesses, which add to the stress (which is a damned stupid system, if you ask me).
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Song of the Week: Auld Lang Syne
December 29th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Most of the year I think of myself as an optimist but, as the new year approaches, its awful, preceding holiday extends a pair of ragged talons, hungry to rend the fabric of my cheery façade: New Year’s Eve.
I find it odd that I don’t remember any New Year’s Eve celebrations from my youth – and no, not because I was wasted. I’m talking about when I was but a kid: between the ages of birth to 17 or so.
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Holiday Hold-Up
December 18th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Between the holidays, freelance, and my part-time job, I am finding little to no “Corey” time, thus the lack of entries here.
Fear not, I shall strike a balance (likely after Christmas) and resume posting, soon.
Thanks for reading and Happy Holidays, ever’body!
Not But A Stillness
December 13th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
A couple of weeks or so ago I started a short writing project for this blog.
At first it was intended as just a single post, then it grew into something that, out of kindness to my hapless readers, I would have cut into separate parts but in the end I realized I shouldn’t post at all.
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