tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41300482012-03-09T14:01:55.275-05:00This is where I've decided to post my more ''structured'' writings, things that I might actual publish as hard copy someday. Visit <a href= "http://crazypablo.blogspot.com"> J-Ro's Syntax Eros </a> for my off-the-cuff rants and raves.J-Rohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11880520273084104598noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130048.post-10571475560832393992011-12-26T17:12:00.000-05:002011-12-26T17:12:55.478-05:00

Mistled'oh! Christmastime 2008 was particularly rough for me, for some reason.  I suppose it was just the season itself.  They always say that it's the most depressing time of year for lonely souls, although I still haven't a clue as to who "they" are.  They never introduce themselves at parties.  Maybe those mysterious, amorphous they are right.  I was feeling particularly down in the dumps

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Hey there people who might not even realize that I still post stuff here.  The purpose of this blog was to be a repository for my more-stylized/formal pieces, whereas J-Ro's Syntax Eros was created for my more extemporaneous rants.  I guess this qualifies as the former.  I want to thank McSweeneys.net for rejecting this piece.  I figure maybe it was too close in theme to Erica Reder's Recession

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Well, while I'm dredging up the past, why don't I give you this? It is related to http://chickenwaffles.blogspot.com/2004/09/storyteller-they-say-devil-is-in.html thematically, if not incidentally.   I found it in my livejournal, and it has the uplifting title of "My Mind Is a Virus."  I love the references contained within, though.  The girl in question is married now, like every other girl

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So, I've not posted anything on this blog for way too long. So I've decided to jumpstart it with a post that originally appeared on what I guess was my Dead Journal (yes, I had one of those because I thought Live Journal was lame, but then I ended up with one of those, too, as I was trying to hide from the women I wrote about who didn't love me.) This entry was written about a woman who is

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I should preface this by saying that the writing that follows is 10 1/2 years old. When I posted this the other night, I thought I had edited out the over-the-top references to my now ex, whose name peppers this stew in a most unappealing way. I'll edit it later. But for now, enjoy a travelogue from the sort-of distant past, when I was but a young lad of 23, with a whole lot of youthful

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The StorytellerThey say “the devil is in the details.” He found out too late in life what those details entailed. Seemingly a natural-born storyteller, he always knew which details to emphasize; the proper use of hyperbole was innate, as was his knack for inventive metaphors. He could always captivate a crowd with his free-flowing narratives; tales of comically botched and cosmically doomed

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2/25/04 Mental Mishegoss Staring at this (formerly) blank page sucks and right now that blank page is my brain. My mind is practically inert, burdened with so many thoughts as to be rendered neutral. There is so much in it that I cannot think. A month’s worth of thoughts backed up in my cerebral cortex as if my medulla oblongata were the pipes leading to my clogged drain. I need a week alone

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This is almost 3 years old. I found it while digging. There's lots of treasure in my old notebooks. I like most of this one. Figures it was about the first crush I had on someone after moving back to New York. The bright side is that I see her every now and again and it's always awesome, if too infrequent. She and her boyfriend will never break up, and I think I prefer it that way. They

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Excerpts From A Thinly Veiled Journal Entry: Scene: Cut to a bedroom at 6 am on a Sunday morning. A man and a woman are engaged in desperate, passionate, prolonged foreplay. Heavy-duty heavy petting... Lots of deep, penetrating eye-gazing occurring. The one glitch -- the woman is not who you think it is. (sounds of needle being dragged across a record as video starts rolling horizontally)..

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It's been almost 4 freaking months since I've posted here. What the hell? I'm sorry. A little sorry to anybody who still checks this page with even an eighth of a fluid ounce of hope that I may have actually updated. A lot more sorry, however, for myself, for being such a poor example of successful time management. I can make all the excuses I want, but despite my crazy hours, I am still the

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It's been way too long since I posted something here. I've sort of assembled a book of things that I'm not too embarrassed by to let other people read them all. I'm going to try to to exhume a few poetic corpses and do a little slashing, but I think an anthology of my poetry and prose not related to my novel will soon be forthcoming. In the meantime, take a gander at this slab o' words, which

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This one is dated 2/19/00... about six months after landing in Amherst, NY. The title refers to the manintenance guy's name in our apartment complex. It was a very nice apartment. Very spacious. Lots of room for my stuff. My records were in an easy to access area, right against the wall in the living room. I wish that apartment could have been transported to anywhere I wished it. It is

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Making Time, Losing Car Stereos “FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK MOTHERFUCKER FUCK FUCK GODFUCKINGDAMNIT! I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS SHIT! FUCK!” Now that I’ve gotten your attention, maybe I should back up a bit. About five seconds before this not-atypical outburst, our hero’s friend, and tonight’s concert going companion, Forsythe, had asked Simon why his car’s gas-tank-cap-door was unhinged,

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This is an old one, folks. Dated June 15th, 2002, an entry from my notebook. It is kind of fitting, since tonight I ended up at Nappertandy's (what the fuck kind of word is that anyway?) with some friends of mine, for reasons that are still blurry to me. But I was treated to a couple of shots, so it made the experience less painful. I mean, how bad is it when pretty much the first thing you

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People, Props, Extras I find it amazing how there are all these people surrounding us every day, whom we will never get to know, or care to know, but yet they all exist. Endlessly circling our own orbits with theirs; maybe even touching the lives of those we actually know to exist. It’s almost as if they were all just extras. After all, how many people can we honestly get to know and care

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Well, as promised many moons ago, here is another excerpt from my forthcoming (evetually) book. I hope it was worth the wait. GEO I first encountered Geo at the Sunset Inn -- a non-alcholic dance club on my college campus, which I would later student-manage for two and-a-half years. We talked about music for a while, but the only artist that stinks out for me is Nanci Griffith. At this

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I honestly don't know where two weeks goes when I look at this and see it hasn't been updated. I must discipline myself better. But anyway, here is a BRAND NEW poem, I just wrote this morning. Untitled (because I haven't thought of one yet, but "Yay! A Poem" was suggested) My eyes have only seen you through the thick, tangled trees of reason; cold rationality perpetuating a sort of distant

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I can't believe it's not butter! Please forgive me, it's been six days since my last blog. This is something I wrote in October, sitting at a Borders Café. I was just so taken by this struggle. It's such an everyday thing, but it plays out in its own beautiful way. So without anymore jibba-jabba: A Play In A Cafe´ Francine leaves her glasses on a table in the crowded cafe and orders a

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I can't believe it has been three weeks since I updated this last. Unbelievable. I mean, I have a vast archive of material to post here, and this is the site where it's supposed to be easy for me to just go "Bam! Here's a thing i wrote one day in Buffalo when I was alone drinking coffee" or "Here's some shit I wrote in Seattle, while drinking coffee alone" or "Yeah, here's something I wrote in

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It's been bugging me that I haven't updated my blogs in a few days, and by days I mean weeks, so I decided I would at least put something here to tide you all over, since the idea of this blog was to put things I've already written on display for all to see. So here is something from July of 2002. I think it only fair to mention that some of the dialogue contained in the second section was

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Tonight's piece of archival J-Ro clippings is called "James Taylor Is The Jesus Of White Liberals." The title came from an ex-girlfriend, who was musing about how much James Taylor symbolizes many of the problems casued by the Baby Boomer generation, and their subsequent cannibalization of society, molding it in their own image. This is intended to one day be a spoken-word piece, recited in a

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It's been too many days without something new. So, here's something that is most likely new to you, even though I wrote it in February and July of 2002. The second part is a work-in-progress... a snapshot of a conversation that never happened to me, but darn well could have. I don't know where it came from. Enjoy. -------- Does a series of events related in detail describe and give form to

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This was one I wrote almost two years ago about the last place I lived. I hope it treats you as well as it treated me. Whatever that means. xoxo "Buffalo for Jesus 2000" I wasted five years trying to curry the favor of a woman I no longer know. In that time I tasted the flavor of life more than I ever had before. So maybe I shouldn’t say it was wasted, I guess that’s not the right word.

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I wrote this over the summer... Greetings From Howard Johnson’s Asbury Park, NJ I’m sitting on the patio of the last remaining Howard Johnson’s in New Jersey...beautiful downtown Asbury Park, right on the boardwalk overlooking the ocean... this location has been run by the same family since 1959!! If you don’t believe me, come on down and read the freaky fun facts on the menu! I am eating

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This new blog is going to be for more writerly endeavors, like excerpts from my book, and less about me ranting of the top of my head, unless that ranting has been previously formatted and found to be worthy of going to "the next level" or something.

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