• Overheard conversation at the Nodding Dog Coffee Company:  “Mmm!  Mexican vanilla–my two most favorite flavors!” Which reminds me of the time I went to see a play for blind people in Fort Worth last autumn with Shayne and Stephen.  There… more ›

  • Lyrics from a lost song by Frankie Noir: “I’ve had this shark attached to my ankle for such a very long time / Ever since I went swimming in the waters off the coast of my mind.” This past Wednesday… more ›

  • This new year I resolve to work toward greater consistency (like a fine mousse), to rid myself of excess (particularly 25% of personal possessions), to de-brand what I can, to exhibit my art, and to train for a 10K.  Considering… more ›

  • After only 3 days being back in Dallas, I long for the ease of walking a few minutes to the Tube, from where I have access to an entire continent.  Driving from point A to point B across town is… more ›

  • Suffered from insomnia all last week, particularly Friday evening after being wakened by one of my black cats attacking the other. I got up, started reading the news, and became obsessed with the whole Bertrand Cantat murder scandal in Lithuania.… more ›

  • The party came and went, and I was left wondering why I’ve allowed myself to remain somewhat isolated in this city for so long. Lately it seems that euro-Frankie—-my outgoing alter ego who talks to everyone and meets hordes of… more ›

  • Last night I had the craziest dream with the most painfully obvious interpretation. I was working as a janitor at my elementary school, cleaning the trashcans of my former teachers who didn’t even recognize their former star student. Then the… more ›

  • 5:34, and I feel like I’m really too drunk to enjoy the possibility that I stayed up all night having conversations within conversations with Sean from Cali, Doug from NY and Dave from Canada, eh? Or that I was truly… more ›

  • Since joining the working poor five weeks ago, I’ve been anxiously awaiting today when I would finally be able to return to my music, studies, writing, and my life. As if being a product of America’s public education system didn’t… more ›

  • Here’s something I started writing several weeks ago. It was going to be a little self-reflection entry (as if none of the others are!), but life somehow got in the way: (1) being woken up on my birthday by the… more ›