Author Archives: German Jones

What do you do if one of your favorite current music-makers has an album dedicated to your new home state? Well, in my case you sleep in because Pulaski Day is a real thing and we don’t have school! Thanks … Continue reading →

When I moved to New York I brought with me a corncob pipe. Carl wore a cowboy hat and rolled his own cigarettes. We two sat outside on the 8th floor fire-escape, musing and humming along as the city moved … Continue reading →

Sometimes it is good to get back to your roots.

You know that song from that movie? Bang Bang–He shot me down… Well, it would appear that I am “He” and Tony is on the floor bleeding. We do not yet know if this is a good thing or tragedy.

I lose at Scrabble regularly. It is beginning to affect my happiness. Not because I lose, no, that is not it at all. But because I lose after justly challenging letter combinations which simply should not be words. Mo? Os? … Continue reading →

“I had such plans,” I thought to myself. “That’s all for naught, now.” This is the truth, as I am aware of it at this very moment. I had just plugged in my iPod, chosing to listen to the “Hip … Continue reading →

First I voted for Ralph Nader. Then I voted for John Kerry. And tonight I would do either again, 100 times over. Fuck you, Mr. Bush, for your call to stop “activist courts that try to redefine marriage.” And for … Continue reading →

When left alone, as I am right now, I am overcome with angst. Non-specific, acute, and thoroughly evolved angst which leads me to desire drink or just a bit of self-destruction. I am not in a position to resist, nor … Continue reading →

My very first date with my boyfriend found me in a metaphysical argument about whether or not there were such things as facts. It was my position that there were, in fact, not. Time and human memory have great powers … Continue reading →

I thought you weren’t supposed to die in your own dreams? Because I did. Last night. As far as shooting deaths go it wasn’t all that unpleasant, but it still happened and I would like to know why. An old … Continue reading →