Huckberry.com: The artifice of the working man.

Recently I got a password alert from Google. Someone had compromised one of my accounts. I found Huckberry.com and discovered I had created an account there. Why, when, I don’t know. It must have been a time of aspirational thinking if they can sell a work shirt for $128. Shoes. Denim. Coats. Everything is of … Continue reading Huckberry.com: The artifice of the working man.

Oh damn, it was just too easy to stop

But Margaret Atwood told me I should just write, in a YouTube video ad. Somehow cars became words. She said write, so I did. Ugggggggggggg. And the need to agonize over every phrase, and the need to have a conjunction, a pause, a break; something other than just words, and punctuation. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. Just stop. Words … Continue reading Oh damn, it was just too easy to stop

Stacks and stacks of drafts, the delete key is not far away

So I write. Some times in notes. Sometimes here. But a great many remain in the unfinished, unpublishable category of things. Drafts. Digital vapour that so easily finds the delete key. But even then, it's not the whole truth. Truth is many remain in my mind. A script of the day. The running dialogue of … Continue reading Stacks and stacks of drafts, the delete key is not far away

Chronicles of a day – April 4

7:37 a.m. Alarm sounds. The title of the alarm is "get shit done". I hit snooze once. Up just before second run. Washroom, make coffee, brush teeth. I’m sitting before my computer by 8:03. Now what. 8:12 a.m. Coffee machine beeps : time for first coffee and cigarette. I brew 10 cups of coffee each … Continue reading Chronicles of a day – April 4