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It's a digital age, man. So to you we present our virtual talk show of Nonsense: The Silly. The Beautiful. The True. In our own words or those quoted by others. With our own art or that created by others. We will laugh. We will smile. We will entertain you all the while. So grab a drink, come in and let's chat. We'd like to meet you, your mama, and your hot cousin Fred.


Field Reports: Balls to the Wall

We started a journal. 'Field reports,' we like to call 'em. At first it was intimidating. It had been so long, so many days and months and a year or two thrown in for good measure since we'd let our mind babble onto the page without an edit or a spell-check. Why journal when we should be writing complete sentences, we thought? Ho, ho, what civilization piddles of thoughts these were, it turns out. Because what we forgot in our leanings away from field reporting is the oh-so-lovely freedom of writing thoughts as they pop into our heads, no matter how fragmented or dysfunctional they may be. Knowing no one will see these words but us... ahhh, what sweet reverie.
And really, that is how we should all of our days. No punctuation worries. No transition frets. Just balls to the wall-what the hell is up-and-how are you attitude.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

kinda like my typin???

What what whats the dealio yo??