Hi Everybody – I had a feeling someone might invoke my prolonged reticence; thank you Sean. Given the public nature of these comments, I cannot be explicit about what is happening in my personal life, only to say that I am in intimate proximity with a mentally ill person, and obliquely responsible for a physically handicapped one – financially, legally, emotionally, etc.; that these people are a parent and spouse might point to the severity of my own mental and emotional strain. (The other parent, I might add, has left the former one, for reasons too complicated and sad to get into.) “There are no atheists in foxholes” is an opportune statement, as I’ve had little choice but to find faith – not in god, but in something greater than all of us, an idea perhaps that life, in its sickness, has a beautiful limp. Of course, these are just coping mechanisms, the rational mind scratching away for reasons. Oh, and work is a stress machine, and I have my own unaddressed health problems. Needless to say, my self-indulgent meanderings here are the first of what may be many collateral damages incurred by this tempest. Blake, who runs this site by an unprecedented set of unique rules, has allowed me to remain “a la emeritus” in the masthead, with faith that I shall return. A Buddhist might say I was never here, and I am not really gone. Give a bald man a megaphone, and you have yourself a post.
According to some research I’ve done on World War 1, when the shit comes down, and it looks like the end is near, young men in combat do not call out for God. You know who they call out for? Mommy. They want their mommy. It’s a beautiful fucking world.
Hi Everybody – I had a feeling someone might invoke my prolonged reticence; thank you Sean. Given the public nature of these comments, I cannot be explicit about what is happening in my personal life, only to say that I am in intimate proximity with a mentally ill person, and obliquely responsible for a physically handicapped one – financially, legally, emotionally, etc.; that these people are a parent and spouse might point to the severity of my own mental and emotional strain. (The other parent, I might add, has left the former one, for reasons too complicated and sad to get into.) “There are no atheists in foxholes” is an opportune statement, as I’ve had little choice but to find faith – not in god, but in something greater than all of us, an idea perhaps that life, in its sickness, has a beautiful limp. Of course, these are just coping mechanisms, the rational mind scratching away for reasons. Oh, and work is a stress machine, and I have my own unaddressed health problems. Needless to say, my self-indulgent meanderings here are the first of what may be many collateral damages incurred by this tempest. Blake, who runs this site by an unprecedented set of unique rules, has allowed me to remain “a la emeritus” in the masthead, with faith that I shall return. A Buddhist might say I was never here, and I am not really gone. Give a bald man a megaphone, and you have yourself a post.
According to some research I’ve done on World War 1, when the shit comes down, and it looks like the end is near, young men in combat do not call out for God. You know who they call out for? Mommy. They want their mommy. It’s a beautiful fucking world.
Sorry to hear this Jimmy Chen. I really liked your posts a lot and your simpson’s story is fucking amazing, as is most of the other fiction of yours i’ve had the chance to read online. Anyway, i hope things improve.
Sorry to hear this Jimmy Chen. I really liked your posts a lot and your simpson’s story is fucking amazing, as is most of the other fiction of yours i’ve had the chance to read online. Anyway, i hope things improve.
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Hi Everybody – I had a feeling someone might invoke my prolonged reticence; thank you Sean. Given the public nature of these comments, I cannot be explicit about what is happening in my personal life, only to say that I am in intimate proximity with a mentally ill person, and obliquely responsible for a physically handicapped one – financially, legally, emotionally, etc.; that these people are a parent and spouse might point to the severity of my own mental and emotional strain. (The other parent, I might add, has left the former one, for reasons too complicated and sad to get into.) “There are no atheists in foxholes” is an opportune statement, as I’ve had little choice but to find faith – not in god, but in something greater than all of us, an idea perhaps that life, in its sickness, has a beautiful limp. Of course, these are just coping mechanisms, the rational mind scratching away for reasons. Oh, and work is a stress machine, and I have my own unaddressed health problems. Needless to say, my self-indulgent meanderings here are the first of what may be many collateral damages incurred by this tempest. Blake, who runs this site by an unprecedented set of unique rules, has allowed me to remain “a la emeritus” in the masthead, with faith that I shall return. A Buddhist might say I was never here, and I am not really gone. Give a bald man a megaphone, and you have yourself a post.
This is heavy, Jimmy. You have my personal email. I hope you’ll use it. And I will too.
Best to you.
You owe us nothing. Life and HTML follies should be rightly parted.
I just mean to say your wit and intellect were missed.
Best to you, friend.
S
damn. take care, jimmy.
According to some research I’ve done on World War 1, when the shit comes down, and it looks like the end is near, young men in combat do not call out for God. You know who they call out for? Mommy. They want their mommy. It’s a beautiful fucking world.
“life, in its sickness, has a beautiful limp”
very much indeed, jimmy.
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Hi Everybody – I had a feeling someone might invoke my prolonged reticence; thank you Sean. Given the public nature of these comments, I cannot be explicit about what is happening in my personal life, only to say that I am in intimate proximity with a mentally ill person, and obliquely responsible for a physically handicapped one – financially, legally, emotionally, etc.; that these people are a parent and spouse might point to the severity of my own mental and emotional strain. (The other parent, I might add, has left the former one, for reasons too complicated and sad to get into.) “There are no atheists in foxholes” is an opportune statement, as I’ve had little choice but to find faith – not in god, but in something greater than all of us, an idea perhaps that life, in its sickness, has a beautiful limp. Of course, these are just coping mechanisms, the rational mind scratching away for reasons. Oh, and work is a stress machine, and I have my own unaddressed health problems. Needless to say, my self-indulgent meanderings here are the first of what may be many collateral damages incurred by this tempest. Blake, who runs this site by an unprecedented set of unique rules, has allowed me to remain “a la emeritus” in the masthead, with faith that I shall return. A Buddhist might say I was never here, and I am not really gone. Give a bald man a megaphone, and you have yourself a post.
This is heavy, Jimmy. You have my personal email. I hope you’ll use it. And I will too.
Best to you.
You owe us nothing. Life and HTML follies should be rightly parted.
I just mean to say your wit and intellect were missed.
Best to you, friend.
S
damn. comment of the year. lol’d and heart broke at the same time.
damn. take care, jimmy.
According to some research I’ve done on World War 1, when the shit comes down, and it looks like the end is near, young men in combat do not call out for God. You know who they call out for? Mommy. They want their mommy. It’s a beautiful fucking world.
“life, in its sickness, has a beautiful limp”
very much indeed, jimmy.
damn. comment of the year. lol’d and heart broke at the same time.
east german fairy tales are seriously campy. egon schiele meets r. crumb. the devil as a blonde.
east german fairy tales are seriously campy. egon schiele meets r. crumb. the devil as a blonde.
Sorry to hear this Jimmy Chen. I really liked your posts a lot and your simpson’s story is fucking amazing, as is most of the other fiction of yours i’ve had the chance to read online. Anyway, i hope things improve.
Sorry to hear this Jimmy Chen. I really liked your posts a lot and your simpson’s story is fucking amazing, as is most of the other fiction of yours i’ve had the chance to read online. Anyway, i hope things improve.
I miss your website, too. If you need anything, you know where to find me.
I miss your website, too. If you need anything, you know where to find me.