sad music

September 2, 2016

I went to listen to the song that is supposed to make me feel sad but it doesn’t make me sad anymore and so I’m sad anyway but it’s the wrong kind.

I’ve lost the tiny screw that holds my glasses together.
But I need my glasses to search for the tiny screw.
How am I supposed to repair my glasses without my glasses?

I’ve forgotten the password to my online account.
But I need my password to reset my password.
How am I supposed to reset my password without my password?

I wish I had a wishing well.
But I need a wishing well to wish for a wishing well.
How am I supposed to wish for a wishing well without a wishing well?

I want to cancel Comcast.
But I need Comcast to set up an RCN account.
How am I supposed to set up internet service without internet service?

I need to acquire identification.
But I need to present an ID to be issued an ID.
How am I supposed to acquire ID without ID?

a stolen poem

July 29, 2016

The girl next to me in the café is writing a poem and I can see some of it out of the corner of my eye:

I was thinking about going shopping
And I was thinking about making love with you
And so I went shopping
And I bought two summer dresses

I like how the shopping becomes an erotic encounter and the sex becomes a commodity.

“Two summer dresses” is nice. Symbols of warmth, humidity, breeziness, exposed skin, bright colors? An idea about the inability to choose between two things? Or simply a rhythmically pleasing pattern?

Gimme! Coffee – Ithaca, NY


May 13, 2016

Sometimes it feels very nice to meet someone you really enjoy, and who seems to really enjoy you, so much so that you imagine them googling your name later, and so you google your own name and peruse your own pages and see your pages through this other person’s enjoyment of you.


April 30, 2016

Just finished this set of musical reflections on Heath Valentine’s “T.V. POEMS.” Listen on my Bandcamp:

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first T.V. POEM, Heath Valentine

gems and riches

April 25, 2016

Your attention please! I’ve started an Instagram account featuring a curated hoard of gems, so pretty.


“Sticker Swamp”

October 25, 2015






October 23, 2015

It’s been awhile since I’ve putcomputed. Here are some things I’ve thought about but haven’t blogged about.

  • Genrefication.
  • Difference tones.
  • Screaming yeast cells.
  • There is no need to enjoy.
  • It’s nice to be arbitrarily chosen.
  • What’s a good way for a listener to be?
  • My companion says they write like a termite.
  • The wanderer, the solitary, the poet, the pastor.
  • I’m teaching now, which makes me feel like an evangelist.
  • Asignifying vocalizations – coughs, laughs, screams, hums, growls, etc.


The Contrarian.

March 7, 2015

The contrarian is delighted by opportunities to express her visceral revulsion. Anything can, in its turn, be the subject of a polemic. We have known the contrarian to defend something one day and despise it the next; she alternately dismisses or adores. But should this tendency be mistaken for naïve irresolution, let me reassure you: there is nothing she will find objectively worthy of approval. It’s not within the objects themselves that she finds value but in the act of judgment, especially the expression of disapproval. For the contrarian, the performance of good taste lies solely in the critical and vehement expression of distaste. She’s in good company. We can trace this orientation back to Kant, and further even, to Renaissance court society. Thus the contrarian, though known for the fervor of her opinions, has never had a thought before others have spoken.

My art makes no knowledge claims.

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For more badass nicknames, see my other collections.

Also, this list of ineffective nicknames.