October 2nd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
There is an ugly, seemingly pointless closet (except for the fact that any storage is good storage in a place this small when you own as much silly garbage as I do) that sat gaping and stupid, like a mouth-breather’s maw, at the back of my new flat’s living room.
Now I could just pinch whatever sub-architect decided this was a good place for a closet but there you have it: a monstrous, ugly coat closet right there at the back of the main room where you’re most likely to do your entertaining. How lovely.
So what to do? I don’t own that many coats. Okay, I could fill it with mannequins but that’s beside the point.
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October 2nd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
A good friend sent me a link to this site – and I had to pass it on.
I don’t know what I’m more jazzed about: the creepy/funky cameras, the dark and twisted images created with them, or just the simple fact that the artist is working outside the digital realm with mediums like gelatin silver.
(be sure to check out the 360° view at the lower left and the other cameras)
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October 2nd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
(a yunka-chunk a yunka-chunk as with a banjo)
I’m chokin’ on smoke
I’m slippin’ in sweat
I fell down
on my kiester
and my pants got wet
Well someone hollered “stop!”
but I aint done yet
I’m chokin’ on smoke
an’ I’m a-slippin’ in sweat
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September 23rd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
I’ve been unpacking my stuff over these past few months (yes – I have that much stuff, plus an often hectic schedule) and this, in conjunction with now living in an environment that is almost entirely up to me, has gotten me thinking, once again, about … stuff.
I’ve spent the last 15 years or so living in a state of barely contained chaos. My roommate of said period is extremely unorganized and has a tendency towards the deadly combination of procrastination and knee-jerk consumerism, meaning our house was perpetually cluttered and filthy.
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September 18th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
For years my favorite dreams were the vivid ones; hyper-real visions, usually nightmares, that I could remember with such clarity when I awoke (if they didn’t awaken me themselves) that it would often take me a little while to distinguish them from reality.
People look at me strangely when I exclaim “It was great!” after relating how a dream of this type will cause me to sit bolt upright in bed, bathed in sweat, heart palpitating.
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September 16th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Me: ” … it was absolutely terrible.”
Him: “What’s the difference between absolutely terrible and relatively terrible?”
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September 16th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
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September 15th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
This is pretty neat – I can’t machine brass at the moment but …
If you like this as much as I, be sure to scope this page as well.
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September 12th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
I don’t know about you, but I don’t have a hell of a lot to reminisce about.
My youth was a dull and relatively uneventful series of non-starts and pathetic dreaming that led to little until far later but despite this, I can still look back on it and, with a little help, get a quick taste of something pretty good – and a great way for me to do this is through song.
If my life has one common thread, it’s the importance music plays in it.
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September 10th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
“Oh, dammit.”
“What’s the matter?”
“There’s something I was supposed to forget but I can’t remember what it was! Oh, wait, now I remember … dammit!”
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September 4th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
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September 4th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
I had an odd and surprising exchange with my boss today regarding what constitutes an animal.
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September 1st, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
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August 31st, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Shape Shifter by Jennifer Umphress (www.jenniferumphress.com)
I love this stuff and hope to make her show at the Vetri in Seattle, Sept 2nd through the 22nd. Check it out, if you can.
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August 30th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
I’ve got this cat named Ralph who enjoys doing hair. (actually he’s my daughter’s cat but, well, he seems to have adopted me, so … )
Whenever my ex-wife would step out of the shower, Ralph was there, ready to suck the water out of her tresses. He treats me much the same but, faced with my glossy pate, prefers to lick the moisture from the follicles on my legs.
Further, even without the added incentive of water, Ralph seems attracted to the hair of dolls, which he will gnaw and pull at repeatedly until, well, we all like to think of him as a frustrated stylist.
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August 29th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
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August 29th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
I could see them from my second-story office window: a young man and woman, scruffy, bohemian. She in dirty yellow dreads that dangled from her head like dead vines, he in a cotton cap and sunglasses, slack-jawed.
She was buxom and in a stained, brown miniskirt that was lifted up in the rear by her fanny pack, revealing … I couldn’t tell from my height and distance but I squinted at the sight, trying to determine what it was I was seeing.
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August 23rd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
What does it meant to be 40?
I’m still in a bit of a fog about it – where did my 30’s go?
Oh, yeah. That’s right: I spent them preparing to be unprepared to be 40.
So: what does it meant to be 40?
Newly divorced, a broken tooth in my head that’s beginning to sing, and no money to fix it.
Last night I locked myself out of my apartment and had to crawl in through the window, all because I needed toothpicks to check the readiness of the cake in the oven.
Happy Birthday, y’silly, old bastard.
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August 7th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
(this post is part of an aborted 1 year experiment in material abstinence I called The Necessary Year)
A few of you have written to say “Hey – you’re not posting!” To which I’ve had to reply; “I’m not sure what to do about TNY, now. I mean, it’s not an exercise anymore – it’s reality! Plus I’m totally distracted with my personal life at the moment.”
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July 31st, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
(this post is part of an aborted 1 year experiment in material abstinence I called The Necessary Year)
Whew. What a month.
It started out normally enough but, by the evening of the third, there was a fundamental shift: for all intents and purposes, I was rendered homeless by divorce.
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