January 2010
18 posts
the postman part ii
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Roulin walked the cycle through his creaking wooden gate & decided that perhaps today was the day he’d finally fix the darned thing. Climbing up the three steps to his side doorway, he absentmindedly scratched a spot of blood off his left thumb, the flake of exhausted platelets and cells being carried away in the cool spring breeze. Entering the kitchen, he gracelessly doffed the sweater...
Living in the Umbrellas of Cherbourg →
I love the bicycle and lamp most of all.
PS: I’m starting a new series of drawings themed around hair, spaghetti, shrunken heads, and circus strongmen.
J. Peterman's Gatsby Shirt →
woodgrain
I’m on a bit of a 70s-aesthetic kick lately. I’ve been trying to convince my mother to redo our basement with wood paneled walls, shag carpeting, and macramé wall hangings to no avail. But one project that I’ve undertaken (which has worked out splendidly) is redoing part of my room - specifically my desk and bed-area.
So today, when hanging out w. Michelle, I bought some...
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the postman, part i
A serial novella by Joseph Pentangelo, inspired by Vincent Van Gogh.
Upon realizing that he had stopped breathing, the postman put his left hand to his chest, to feel whether his heart was still beating. After hastily feeling around for a few moments, Mr. Roulin determined that it was not. Fearing the inevitable, he did his best to remember a prayer he had learned at the missionary school his...
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Cucumber Sandwiches
Michelle and I have been tossing around the idea of being like British aristocracy of past centuries and make cucumber sandwiches, disdainful to Ms. Quested, but quite agreeable to Wilde’s Algernon, for several weeks now. Today was the day we chose to finally prepare and consume them.
This was Michelle’s, with a bite taken out of it. We made them in the American style, with cream...
Fitness for Life
Today was my 2nd day of Fitness for Life with Professor Peirano. Michelle, my girlfriend, despises the class, but spending 3 hours (minus a 10 minute break and 5 minute presentation by a student) listening to a man in a touristy Hawai’ian shirt talk about finances, the value of gold, the plight of Native Americans, and governmental forced sterilization* is, for me, an entirely pleasant...
The Ransom Note, 2007
Most likely written in 2007, by me.
