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*Via the magic of 3DS Streetpass and Twitter I’ve managed to secure a paying job writing about videogames. Indeed. You can catch me writing copy over at GamerTell now. I’ll be doing news, previews, reviews, and the occasional feature.

*In a similar vein, I’ve started up clickbliss with a few friends. We’ll be looking to write about games, technology, music, and culture. At the moment the site is still under construction and without content, but we’ve set our Twitter, Facebook, Youtube, and Soundcloud up for action as well. I’ll be acting as editor-in-chief, systems manager, social media editor, as well as doing art and all the techy nonsense. So basically this should prove to be a lot of work. Material will be rolling in soon.

*I’m working on two tarot based projects in my spare time:
-One is a card game that I’m the process of fleshing out the rules to. After there is a solid foundation I hope to create some cards and playtest it.
-The other is a set of stories titled THE FORTUNE TELLER which revolve around a lot of mythological elements. While I initially intended to write it as a set of poems in the style of “From the Mouth of the Stars” the plot and backstories are starting to become detailed to the point where I’m considering writing it instead a set of stylized short stories. So far there are many moons, civilizations rising and falling, nymphs, the world tree and all manner of nonsense going on.

That’s all for now. I’ll be hoping to be updating this with more detailed progress reports and previews of my work, and perhaps some more art or comics soon.
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we are.

For tonight’s entry for poetry month, I decided to experiment with Twine and create the poem in an interactive form. It’s  a strange, cut apart interactive poem. I tried something similar a year ago with my canceled project “June,” but from a very different perspective. It’s buried with references, quotes that have burned in my mind, and lyrics that evoked a time and place, all mingling with a sort of exploded consciousness that explores “we.”

Let’s begin.


late. slow from the curve the light catches my lens.
expect delays due to heavy passenger load

i stand. clamber upon.
wristbands clatter boxed water

 sit. give to fatigue.
metal below echoes echo

clamber clamber chatter chatter

from drinks to heavy clutterload
this tin can is packt

hood up wings crumble at the touch keep the walls from narrowing
okay that i’m thin tougher than you think
i bet you get this all the time
i bet you get this all the time

 they talk about that show i hear
tremble, for yourself my man
tremble, little lion man

 and they ask for me to share my goods? but
my gestured offering
it was only a tease only a tease

 where were they
that they must be here
reading void train pamphlets
bar hopping
into the post-midnight?

 can i



and the clock tower greets
fatigued with familiarity
daydreams end with mechanical night routines
hoping to discharge this mind with slumped shoulders and a laid head.

“Spring Break Forever.”

Spring Breakers is a movie that makes it hard for me to divorce my distaste for the subject matter from the film itself. The ritual of party excess that makes up spring break and the college lifestyle has never appealed to me, and by necessity the film is something that absolutely revels in it. Opening with and repeatedly returning to montages of slow motion debauchery, the movie is undoubtedly aiming to draw in the party crowd that revels in much of the same.

Fine. Whatever. While at a base level I can enjoy the voyeuristic appeal of it, it’s not enough to sustain an entire plot. Enter the main characters, a group of college girls looking to get away from the mundane reality of university and escape to color and life of spring break. Selena Gomez plays a Faith, who, if her name hasn’t tipped you off, is “the good girl”, heavyhandedly shown by her attendance at prayer group and the cross she carries around. Her casting her feels sadly predictable. While she doesn’t seem to be fit for any of the roles of the other girls, the role does little to help her break away from the good girl teen star persona that she inevitably built with her previous roles, particularly the Disney channel ones.

Vanessa Hudgens, Ashley Benson, Rachel Korine play the rest of the girls, each an interchangeable party girl with a loose sense of morality. These characters are equally as telegraphed, with nearly every shot of them having them engaged in some form of debauchery, and Faith’s peers from the prayer group making ugly comments about them. Nevertheless, Faith is old friends with them, and is heart set on breaking out of the monotony of her life and seeing something different. When they find that they don’t have nearly enough money to make the trip, the three girls put on their “bad bitch” personas and independent of Faith rob a diner with realistic squirt guns to get the money.

Things go south when they reach Florida, and not only in terms of location. After an initial wave of partying and bonding, the girls find themselves in jail and subsequently get bailed out by “Alien”, a local gangster and amateur rapper, played convincingly by James Franco, who then ropes them into the criminal underworld.

Franco’s portrayal of Alien is problematic, as while he convincingly steps into the role of Alien, the character himself isn’t that likeable. Alien comes from a rough background and as he explains it, “your typical story,” and that’s the character in a nutshell. While he later shows off his human side in his own way, Alien is a person obsessed with the gangster lifestyle to the point of becoming a caricature of it. Drugs, money, girls, and guns all present. His speech is also perfectly over the top, with some verses thrown in for his poignant moments which provide a facsimile of the empty lyrical style that gangsta rappers, especially amateur ones, put out.

The criminal underworld itself gives the movie a feeling that brings to mind the atmosphere of Drive, which is further accentuated by the similar Florida location, neon night life, and soundtrack provided in part by Cliff Martinez, who also contributed to Drive. This time however, the underworld is visualized not through a mafia lens, but one of gangsta culture, its worship of excess crossing over naturally with that of spring break. Like Drive, Spring Breakers uses this push into underworld territory to not only raise the stakes but to also push the characters to a state where they must confront their flaws and inner desires. Faith is predictably the first to go, unsettled by the affections of Alien and his foreign world, which leaves a significant part of the movie to focus on the exploits of Alien and the rest of the girls. The further escalation causes one of the other girls to leave as well, while the other two become further absorbed into their bad girl personas.

Like the girls themselves, the film seems to be caught up in a desire to capture and freeze the spring break moments forever. While the repetition of various visuals and sounds provides a contrast between different points in their trip, eventually it begins to wear thin. Constantly flashing back to drug and alcohol hazed party scenes and Alien’s wistful chant of “Spring break. Spring break forever,” this desire becomes almost obsessive and ultimately causes both the characters and the film itself to break down.

Too much time is spent obsessing over the haze of debauchery that it becomes dead space in the movie, empty time in between moments where the plot final begins to move forward. It’s a shame, because underneath the initially shallow premise there are glimpses of what the movie could have become, if only the heavyhanded treatment of the themes and lurid obsession with the subject matter had been dialed back a bit and focused. Spring Breakers brings such a strong visual and aural treatment to what is essentially an empty story.


I’ll guide you.
fit your hand in mine and tonight I’ll lead.
hand to chest to heart.
fingers lost in your curls. hips hands hearts.
sway with me, eyes touching.
our silence as brilliant as our vibrant verbal exchanges.
let’s tangle our necks and fire fire fire.

this is my idea of fun.
this is fun to me.

Club Nowhere: Real Hip Hop, Femhop that is.

Via a friend of mine, some powerful hip hop from a promising female hip-hop artist. Full of a lot of real emotion and rawness that is absent from the mainstream of hip-hop these days. Check out the spoken word interlude below for a face-punch of a track:

You can check out the rest of the mixtape right here: