Overheard
July 31, 2010
[A reconstruction of dialogue selectively heard by contributors and friends of 30 POV this last week of July]
Subteranean
June 18, 2010
I spent last week driving forth and back across the patch of land that stretches from southern Idaho into eastern Oregon. It is a patch of land that over the years has spawned Built to Spill and many, many potatoes; and a rather long patch land, even if rambled through at 75 plus miles per [...]
Nevada Highway Patrol, Wagon and Knight, at Dawn
May 19, 2010
…the post-heist adrenaline rush gave way to post-heist nerves as traces of the beryl Nevada predawn came into view on the horizon to her left, as she drove southward along a desert highway that suddenly had eyes, even if it had no billboards…
After Intoxication: Brightly Colored Exciting Dangerous Things
April 18, 2010
Last year I dragged myself over to the neighbors’ party (to tell them to quiet down), and was quickly swallowed into a blend of pot and politics, Tres Generaciones Anejo and Natural Light, and the best tamales in the city. For the record, the fact that this neighborhood produces the city’s best tamales seems to do little to boost property values.
Payday Came and With It a Beer
March 18, 2010
Over the years luck, hops, and high alcohol content would prevail and humanity would discover, or invent, a way.
Along This Road Goes No One, This Winter Eve
February 18, 2010
The World, Post-Bildungsroman
[It would have made for a putrid title]
Daedalus warned Icarus not to fly too close to the sun nor to fly too close to the sea. One wonders what the horizon seemed like then, to Icarus, as he gazed out at over the water at sunset from the Cretan island.
Sometime before now but [...]
The Alarm Clock from Porlock
January 18, 2010
The end of dreams is where the land or ocean or mountains or skyline or whatever it is where you’re at meets the sky in the distance. The consciousness horizon.
Apocalypse Somehow
December 18, 2009
The air tastes different. The wind looks different. The sky sounds different. Ineffably different.
11 Deadly Gins
November 18, 2009
I am the dawn, the day, the hiding shroud
You say, as I have often given tongue
To claim our just inheritance of old
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun
A Brief History of Mischief: Sufficient to Have Stood Though Free to Fall
October 19, 2009
Since you are already making mischief by breaking my command and reading this blog entry, let’s do a thought experiment. Please imagine that you are sitting in front of a big red button with a sign above it that reads “Push Here to Destroy the Universe.” A high stakes “don’t pull the fire alarm” temptation test. I ask not if you would push the button, but why you would do it?
Helium, Aesthetics, and the Problem of Anthropocentrism
September 18, 2009
We would like to think that we have the power to destroy “our” planet, but in reality, we only have the power to ruin it for ourselves. Earth will spin on, with or without humanity, for another 7.6 billion years or so, and then it won’t. Despite our anthropocentric arrogance, we are not in the business of saving or changing stellar and galactic fates.
About this author
* E.C. has taken a sabbatical from serious work in order to dream and to better develop an inter-disciplinary method of destroying both psychology and writing. In ruina verum...