Yours Truly.

The Invite

struck by lightning in the afternoon

a golden wave of summer’s last, know we tried

we all want to be somewhere but here

we all want something pure that we can feel



come on and save me

come on and make me

come in and take me out
]]> http://www.jrnls.com/20091001/the-invite/feed/ 0 http://www.jrnls.com/20090929/apecock-vs-barry-b-benson/ http://www.jrnls.com/20090929/apecock-vs-barry-b-benson/#comments Wed, 30 Sep 2009 02:35:43 +0000 Tim http://www.jrnls.com/?p=340 Q. what is the star of bee movie barry b. benson’s favorite cup size? A. bee cup (brandon, age 23) ]]> http://www.jrnls.com/20090929/apecock-vs-barry-b-benson/feed/ 0 http://www.jrnls.com/20090925/an-excerpt-from-burroughs-junkie/ http://www.jrnls.com/20090925/an-excerpt-from-burroughs-junkie/#comments Fri, 25 Sep 2009 14:08:20 +0000 Tim http://www.jrnls.com/?p=254 Joe the Mex had a thin face with a long, sharp, twitchy nose and a down-curving, toothless mouth. Joe’s face was lined and ravaged, but not old. Things happened to his face, but Joe was not touched. His eyes were bright and young. There was a gentleness about him common to many oldtime junkies. You could spot Joe blocks away. In the anonymous city crowd he stood out sharp and clear, as though you were seeing him through binoculars. He was a liar, and like most liars, he was constantly changing his stories, altering time and personnel from one telling to the next. One time he would tell a story about some friend, next time he would switch the story around to give himself the lead. He would sit in the cafeteria over coffee and pound cake, talking at random about his experiences.”

- William S. Burroughs, Junkie

Point and click at the medium that’s blurring the lines between friendship and finance. Back-up your life where others can see, where others can vote and save and stare at your early morning mistakes. Find love by losing the skills of communication, harness the immediacy of the beast while waving goodbye to the analog kingdom. Watch them shuffle your interests with flick of the wrist fashion, carried out by a busty screen name that has shed a few layers of clothing. In a world so virtual that nothing is sacred, where can you hide when you’re always one-click away? Even clouds, a dreamer’s pillow, will now store the details of life…so when it rains, we’ll all die a digital death, suffocated by the zeros and ones that had once made our life so easy.

JRNLS is an experiment of sorts. It will be a collection of work, thoughts and inspiration. Stripped down naked, the idea is quite simple:

JRNLS is a creative journey.

Each day I will attempt to document some type of creative output. The obvious choice will be visual art, but my goal is to broaden the collection to also house writing, noise, and motion. While immediately limited by platform and technology, I’ve done my best to develop an online playground that has no rules.

Each post will be different from the last, harnessing the pliable nature of this here interweb and it’s design.

Come back soon.