The Honor System

December 20, 2014

This is a nonfiction account of a relay race to the light.
I don’t claim to be properly cross-referenced beyond the self-indulgence or noble aspirations but I have a good feeling I’m on the right track.
I am still very much unfolding from a memory of ransacked truths.
Openly human.
Stunt water.
I can fit any word into my mouth and speak it clearly.
At some point I have eaten most of them.


    Maybe Désirée

    December 19, 2014

    Last night I moved into my new Holland home for three weeks.
    It’s from the 1400’s.
    There’s a river and a Christmas tree.
    It’s five+ stories to myself.
    I haven’t explored the fifth floor because I didn’t find it until 4am and, well….
    I did find this new little friend in a nest with tiny eggs in its hand
    behind a wee door downstairs.
    peep mouse 2
    I’m waiting for a 7-year-old friend in Michigan to name it.
    Jon (Danielle Plunkett), what we gonna name it?
    Igford? Grizzly? Burrito? Tank?

    Update: Fifth floor…
    fifth story
    nijmegen christmas tree


      Disappear from a room

      December 15, 2014

      Month twelve of the 16-month Riled Up and Wasted On Light World Tour
      is nearly sweet history.
      Two more shows left on the U.K. stretch
      before a three-week writing residency in The Netherlands.
      If I could only pick a friend or two from each leg of the tour
      to stay there with me for the holidays.
      Shave the kaylen
      We could cook up cocoa and bake stuff,
      Eric Wright
      build blanket forts and play hide-and-seek in the dark
      Sailin Carl
      and make a pillow slide on the stairs.
      Thuli and Page
      Man that would be so great.
      I know y’all prolly can’t.
      I’ll catch up on writing instead,
      thanks to Dennis Gaens and Besiendershuis.
      I’m gonna miss the safety of being with you, Leigh and Sarah.
      Leigh and Sarah



        man snaps in slim gym

        December 11, 2014

        In Hinckley, England for the day. Last time I was here I sat in a dry sauna in the men’s locker room at a friend’s gym. There was a small window that allowed me to see the whole empty locker room. Two beefed-out bros on roids (zit backs, accessible veins, abducted necks, etc.) blasted into the locker room and aggressively paced around without aim, carrying on in a congratulatory manner about how awesomely they had just gotten their pump on. It was like watching two 9-year-old boys get amped about how they had destroyed the imaginary enemy in a war they invented. Somewhere toward the end of all the muscly affirmations, the one raging bull shouts to the other with conviction, “This is what it takes to be a god!”

        Any reaction I had been building toward was stunned out of my body. I felt like I had just witnessed a murder and that if they discovered me sitting in the sauna hearing the private zealous bonding I would surely be consumed for gains. I am thankful I have lived to tell the tale so that future generations might read this and know what it truly takes to rule (basically, get super thick).
        sackville street


          Regarding Everything

          December 10, 2014

          command strip


            Heads up

            December 9, 2014



              From Every Angle

              December 7, 2014

              With warm friends on a rare day off
              preparing Sunday dinner to enjoy ’round the table
              in front of a seriously cozy fire drying out our clean clothes.
              Leigh Adams and Sarah J Coleman, y’all are the real goods
              and ongoing proof that I’m a lucky man.
              Privileged indeed.

              Despite the heaps of blessings surrounding me
              here on tour in England,
              I am following the unrest at home in the U.S.
              with equal parts joy and sadness,
              encouraging a complete and honest leveling of the proverbial playing field.

              Leigh and Sarah


                Do those come in steamed?

                November 24, 2014

                When ordering at any restaurant in Brussels
                there’s a strong chance it’ll only be funny to you every time asking,
                “Do you serve the sprouts of your motherland?”


                  Treats & Snoozin

                  November 10, 2014

                  Did a necessary server switch for
                  The merchandise page works smoothly and properly again.
                  Check it out.

                  All emails are also channeling to me correctly once more, no worries.
                  Feel comfortable emailing
                  if you’ve contacted that address for important matters recently
                  and not gotten a prompt response,
                  or if your message bounced.

                  Nov. 12-23 I’ll be at Vipassana in Belgium
                  so will likely not be able to respond until then
                  but rest assured emails are consistently and safely arriving now.
                  Copenhagen building
                  From Copenhagen to Brussels today
                  enjoyin’ the views in month 11 of this world tour.



                    November 7, 2014

                    Absolutely. Start to finish. Top of the charts. Uh!



                      November 5, 2014

                      red carpet
                      “As humans we need to turn everything from our struggle into a resource.”
                      –Michael Horvath, Orebro, Sweden (Thank you for the warm venue,
                      a cozy home, pea soup, and cheese tomato toast.)
                      Thanks also to Maria Bjork’s family, Regina Theatre,
                      and Uppsala, Sweden. Was somethin special
                      to be toured around that epic church…
                      Uppsala Church
                      …and the antique autopsy theater
                      by a local history major
                      with a light beam built into her glasses.
                      uppsala museum
                      The guy who invented the categorizations for plant life
                      is buried under the church.
                      The first ever Celsius thermometer is across the street in a museum.
                      Go Uppsala with your inventive shteez
                      and a lovely color palette for perfectly-painted houses.
                      It’s rumored that once, when the organ began playing here,
                      Sonya Renee Taylor filled the largest church in Northern Europe
                      using only her singing voice.
                      neon jesus
                      “Where one is the other must be.”
                      — Neon Jesus


                        You party?

                        November 2, 2014

                        SOUTH CAROLINA, GEORGIA, FLORIDA
                        I got no problems bending over backwards
                        for the chance to do shows with y’all again
                        March 1-10, 2015
                        but let’s just make it happen real easy.


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