Come on out, friends and strangers. I’ll be driving around by myself for most of this, so come and let’s share a kind word.
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Ice Cream and Integrity (Part 3)
Well, all good things must come to an end, and like most trilogies, this one probably should’ve ended sooner than it did. The second Matrix movie, really? The Return of Jafar? Three long stories about the customer service of ice cream manufacturers? Continue reading
Ice Cream and Integrity (Part 2)
If you need a refresher, go back and read Part One. Let me warn you, I take my ice cream far too seriously. Don’t judge me, and don’t stand in between me and my frozen sugar-dairy.
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Ice Cream and Integrity (Part 1)
If I took the time to make a list of the things that I really care about in this life, ice cream and integrity would probably both be on the page within the first few lines.
If you put those things together, watch out–because I’ll probably go on a rant like this one.
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Tour Announcement!
I give to you the Time for Tea Tour!
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Move the Story Forward
Alright. Let’s get you up to speed.
There’s one point in Stranger than Fiction where Dustin Hoffman’s character instructs Will Ferrell’s character to stay home and do nothing. The idea is that the story that ends with his death can’t move forward if Ferrell doesn’t allow the plot to continue. Continue reading
November Tour and Other Disturbances
Good August everybody,
I was looking on this site the other day and realized how it feels a little bit lonesome, a little neglected.
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4 or 5 Things
I’m not sure how many things there will be, you know? Just flying by the seat of my old basketball shorts here.
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Free Download of “Swim Until It Takes”
The kind folks over at Brite Revolution just surprised me (in a good way) by including “Swim Until It Takes” on their weekly sampler, alongside some pretty awesome artists like Matt Wertz, Sucre, and Magnolia Sons (among others).
A Short Story:
Some days there is hope.
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