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So Delphi and I went to the Art Institute a while back to see a lecture from a doctoral candidate on the miniature houses of the Thorne room, because that is actually the kind of shit we do on dates (for reals though, no irony, them shits is pretty cool and you should go check them out). We are self-aware enough to know that this is kind of a weird way to spend a Saturday afternoon and on the train ride there we started joking about what kind of people would actually be there and made a list to check off when we found them. Here’s the list:


A precocious kid and cool parent

College student for extra credit

Hipsters/unemployed twenty somethings here to pick up art students

A Recently retired dude that doesn’t know what to do with his free time

An old lady with membership that will go to anything

House wife who feels neglected by her spouse and is probably already drinking wine

Best friend and family members of the speaker there to show support

A foreign tourist that came for something in but got roped into the lecture by accident because they didn’t know what it was
not found

A couple, only one of the two is enthusiastic about this
Not found

SAIC student who has changed her major three times

Manic Pixie Dram Girl looking for a boring white guy to bring whimsy and joy to.
Not Found (damn)

A High Powered career woman who’s crying on the inside

Middle age couple nearing divorce, here on the orders from couples’ counselling
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Family with grown children dragged here by one visiting parent
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And here are some people we saw that we didn’t think of before we got there:

An old widow and her best friend

A mother and daughter trying to reconnect for the sake of the next generation

A lonely guy… Like really really lonely

And old gay couple

Our Doppelgangers

A young mother trying to keep her baby quiet

Broish students there playing a drinking game

Wealthy, self-important patrons

Overly enthusiastic fan who hold the lecturer hostage WAY too long after the presentation




So I’m done applying to SAIC, just waiting for a late letter of rec (yes, professor Beardsley I’m calling you out & I don’t feel bad about it, cause I’m out of my wits wondering if it will come it).*

Live has hit a weird slow down. I feel a bit rudder cut with the application done. There so many moving parts to project madness it can be a bit overwhelming in a seeing the snowflakes for the avalanche sort of way

Delphi has been good at keeping some of that insanity at bay

She’s assisting in the transcription process & I’m only a little behind schedule. In the meantime the Dirty Old Man coffers are running low so I’ve been back on the market for a day job once more

I should be resuming a regular posting schedule soon which I believe will come out to twice per week.



*as of this posting Professor Beardsley has sent in his letter of recommendation and all is well in the world. I am told the delay had something to do with a lodging dispute in London, a spot of Sino-interrogation (Chinese water torture).

Suffering a terrible dental malady, he felt himself in poor form to write a letter for me enough things about me under the influence of copious amounts of pharmaceuticals

SAIC has assured me that upon receipt of the extracted tooth they will extend some lenience of the tardiness of the letter

Pity Poem

Posted: 14 November, 2014 in Daily Droppings, Other
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Delphi is feeling ill today. I asked if there was anything I could get her. She said “just your pity… and maybe a poem”.  So there.


Such Sweet Pity
My Dumpling is all I have to give


Such Sweet Pity
And such great butts for which we live



Nano is 10k and some change
Descent into Madness  has reached $1794

So a pretty good day all in all

In case you noticed, I was gone. So before I get back to… I’m not sure I have a normal on here anymore… but I’ll give you a little something anyhows.

First, as to my whereabouts, for the last week of November, I was travelling and didn’t so much as open my laptop the entire time.

The day I got back here my partner Delphi was moving into her place. Two days later, I was moving into mine, thus ending my month of homelessness. Since then I’ve been getting shit together at the new place and working on other projects I will get to later.

The past two months I’ve also been working on a project which was originally just going to be a post; then it became three posts, then much more. Now I can’t talk much about it due to legal reasons I have been since advised of, so I’ll get back to you when I can about it. Strangely enough, it has to do with video games.

I finished reading Ocean at the End of the Lane, so expect a new vocabulary list soon.

This will be my ninth move since I arrived in Chicago three and a half years ago. Don’t believe me, let’s list em:

1. Lilly’s (aka a family member) – one month
2. Camp Fuck you I’m A Wizard – Moved in my significant other the Squid. This lasted one year.
3. back into Lilly’s for about two or so months
4. The Pirate Ship Paradox – with two of my friends, this lasted a year, ended when one flatmate moved out and the other moved in with his girlfriend
5. The Extra Room in Wicker Park – this was supposed to just be for one month but lasted about six, the intention was move in with Randori and our friend Birdhouse, we just had to wait till everyone’s lease was up and we were all ready to move. didn’t happen
6. Lilly’s again for two months. Gods, I seriously owe this woman.
7. The Goddmanptons. This was a crazy fucking four months. a couple (whisky and Lola), a couple dogs, a kid. parties for days. Sex ,violence, drugs. fun, interesting, over.
8. My month of Homelessness, alternated between friends’, Delphi’s, and some family for once that was not Lilly
and finally number 9. The new Place (yet unnamed, but I’ve been pushing hard for Patriarchy Palace or Blanket Consent Castle. My new flatmates seem not to understand the importance of a well named home)

I’ve finished another journal! It’s the last of my New Year’s resolution journals so now’s the point where I reread the thing from start to finish and see if there’s anything worth using, so I might be throwing up a bunch of old shit. Moving has also dredged whole bunch of shit out of file boxes so there’s even more old shit in a stack on my new fancy awesome antique desk for me to sort through and maybe use.

Completing the last notebook also means I get to move on to the one Delphi gave me for my birthday last year (I’ll get a picture up here soon).

I’ve been throwing a lot of irons in the pie right now. A few of which I’m hoping to roll out in mid October(which is now, obviously I started this post last month) what it means for the Dirty Old Blog is that it will be connected to a larger web of mediums. I’m not sure exactly how it’s all going to work, so I wont be specific, but I can tell you, it’s going to involve video.

At the beginning of the year I said that this was going to be the time for me to focus on my art and that is exactly what I’ve been doing (finally). I’ve started getting more involved the community here, I’m set to do a reading at the Redline Tap on the first Saturday of November.

It’s that time of year again. And it’s come about six months ahead of last year. I’ve gone ahead and updated my bookshelf list as well. which I haven’t done in an age and as a result we’ve just skipped a few, but I’m sure you didn’t mind.

Middlesex – Jeffery Eugenedes – This book has officially reached quorum, that is, the threshold of (N*R-[r+T])/([B/S]D) where N=PxA. In the form of a word problem that is the number of recommendations where each recommendation is multiplied by the factor of how much I admire their taste in literature. Minus r which is my reservations and/or the reputation that precedes the book. This Novel had to overcome a -iO that is a negative i(rrational) factor times an Oprah book club sticker. Plus time equal to how recent the book had been published. All over books on my shelf that is to say what else I have in my queue times how much I want to read those books.
In short, Delphi really wanted me to read it so I took a chance. If it sucks, I will never listen to her again.

Ham on Rye – Charles Bukowski, Never read Bukowski. Oops. And I got it as a Christmas Gift from Delphi.

Women – Charles Bukowski, if HoR is as good as it’s supposed to be.

Bluebeard – Kurt Vonnegut, My Vonnegut for the year. I feel I need explain this later.

Sirens of Titan – Kurt Vonnegut, I’m going crazy, reading TWO of these in one year, mostly because I realize just how much I haven’t read.

Lullaby – Chuck Palahniuk, Due to Rant being so fucking awesome, I’m giving ol chuck another try.

Little Birds – Anais Nin, It seems like everyone is talking about Anais in my little circle of peoples. We’ll see. Also she’s a woman so there.

Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov, Nope, didn’t get to it last year.

Master and the Margarita – Michael Bulgakov, same

The Awakening – Kate Chopin, Because New Orleans and to up the woman count on this list (Yeah, I sound like an asshole. This comes from a discussion with a friend who said I don’t read enough women so.)

Bel Canto – Ann Pratchett, S’posed to be good, Also woman.

Anarchy and other Essays – Emma Goldman, Actually a big hero of mine, but I’ve only read bits and pieces. I want to read more from her.

Chomsky on Anarchism – Noam Chomsky, I feel like reading more political nonsense. See my resolutions for the year.

Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail – Hunter S Thompson, My Thompson for the year.

Stranger in a Strange Land – Robert Heinlin, I loved Starship Troopers as a kid, but never read anything else by him. Also to balance out all the women I need some good old-fashioned white misogynist.

Watership Down – Richard Addams, Carry over from last year I think.

Peter Pan – JM Barry, Because reasons

Tropic of Cancer – Henry Miller, been reading a lot of letters and non-fiction that mention this guy a lot and he has never been on my radar.

The Keep – Jennifer Egan, a gift from my sister for Christmas. Why the hell not. Woman.

Lady Chatterley’s Lover – DH Lawrence, Bookshelf of Shame

Neverwhere – Neil Gaiman. My third time round with this one, but this time it’s with a full cast recording with BBC Radio 4 including, James McAvoy, Anthony Head, Benedict Cumberbatch, Neil Gaiman, and Christopher Lee.

Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad, Bookshelf of Shame

Upton Sinclair – Either, The Brass Check or Sylvia or the Jungle (and Sylvia counts as a woman, cause his wife wrote most of it)

Darhma Bums – Jack Kerouac, Started last year, but got distracted.

Rum Diary – Hunter S Thompson, I want to see Thompson do fiction

Handmaid’s Tale – Margret Atwood, I’ve seen her interview a couple times recently and I found her interesting. Supposedly also a woman.

Something by Murakami not sure what.

City of Saints and Madmen -Jeff Van Dermeer, I tried finding this after I read Finch, but still have not been able to locate a copy. Supposedly this is even better.

I count 27, but I suck at math, so that’s most of them. I’ll leave from for improvisation this year. (also six women)*

*Child of God – Cormac McCarthy, got to read it before the movie comes out

The Closing of the American Mind – Allan Bloom, I owe a read to my friend, Flamingo

In Our Times – Ernest Hemmingway, y’all know the rule: you steal it, you read it

Camus – The Stranger, It’s been referenced in a lot of the stuff I’ve read lately

Death Comes for the Archbishop – Willa Cather, and one more up on the woman count.