MatthewDyer

That creep can draw. jaredsinclair: “View From My Living...

Fri, 29 Jan 2010 21:00:54 -0500

That creep can draw.

“View From My Living Room”
Watercolor, colored pencil, and gel ink on paper.
Done half-assedly in the style of 19th-Century Japanese illustrations.

Good Words

Mon, 18 Jan 2010 08:08:17 -0500

Loam. Centrifuge. Haphazardly. Cavalcade. Restitution.

Ike!

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 15:09:24 -0500

Ike!

Lately I’m a writer in the same way Mario is a plumber.

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 09:10:09 -0500

Lately I’m a writer in the same way Mario is a plumber.

This crept up from the recesses today. That’s Captain...

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 21:31:54 -0500

This crept up from the recesses today. That’s Captain Lou!

"It is wrong always, everywhere, and for anyone, to believe anything upon insufficient evidence."

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 13:49:01 -0500

“It is wrong always, everywhere, and for anyone, to believe anything upon insufficient evidence.”

- W. K. Clifford

Hello.

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 01:15:57 -0500

Please don’t think I’m ignoring you, it’s just that there’s been a lot going on.

In my department “Modern Warfare” is an accepted excuse for being a few minutes late...

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 10:16:38 -0500

In my department “Modern Warfare” is an accepted excuse for being a few minutes late this week.

I’m headed to see Men Who Stare At Goats.

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 14:45:23 -0500

I’m headed to see Men Who Stare At Goats.

Today I wish I were in Cookeville.

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 17:42:06 -0400

Today I wish I were in Cookeville.

"There’s nothing odd about them; I have another pair just like them at home."

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 08:52:52 -0400

“There’s nothing odd about them; I have another pair just like them at home.”

- Me, regarding my mismatched socks

Fake smile.

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 19:45:46 -0400

Fake smile.

Breakfast with Jared and Winston. As good, or better than that...

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 12:39:06 -0400

Breakfast with Jared and Winston. As good, or better than that time after church when you tell everybody that you’re “fine”.

Photo

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 20:47:00 -0400

"If I don’t have gigabit ethernet on my laptop, what good am I?"

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 09:15:06 -0400

“If I don’t have gigabit ethernet on my laptop, what good am I?”

- The Jew

Lunchtime Date

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 22:23:00 -0400

Tomorrow, I’ve got a date at lunchtime with my friend LeNelle. We’re headed to the tattoo place to get Kurt Vonnegut’s asshole on my arm.

I’ve always liked Vonnegut’s stuff. He’s the writer I’d aspire to be if I could stand being curmudgeonly all the time and smoking Pall Mall cigarettes (“a classy way to commit suicide”).

Two forces are at play here. First, of course, is my admiration of Vonnegut’s work. Second is my lack of real friends. I think having this identifier visible on my body would create a bond between me and anyone who recognized it. I thought mean thoughts about a larger lady in a Moroccan restaurant in Portland, OR until she shifted around on her pillow and exposed a small “So it goes.” on her leg. If she’d realized she’d forgotten her purse, I’d have paid for her dinner.

Tomorrow, a picture on my arm, but until then you’ll have to have the guts to type “Kurt Vonnegut’s asshole” into Google Image Search… or grab Breakfast of Champions from a shelf.

At the end of the day, I’m another day older.

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 19:40:44 -0400

At the end of the day, I’m another day older.

From the folder labeled "Stupid"

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 10:00:00 -0400

My neighbors kept bugging me, so I finally put my trust in Jésus. It happened like this:

I looked out the window into the distorted, 100 degree heat and saw him in my neighbor’s yard, cutting hedges. He looked competent enough, and certainly appeared to be working diligently. He turned and faced my house, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his glove. His name tag said: “Jésus.” I went outside.

I shook his hand and said: “I trust you, Jésus.”

Jésus cocked his head a bit sideways and said: “Sorry, no English.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. ”I trust you.”

Me on a mountain outside Portland, OR.

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 06:00:00 -0400

Me on a mountain outside Portland, OR.

Time heals all wounds. Lunch-time, doubly so.

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 01:06:36 -0400

Time heals all wounds. Lunch-time, doubly so.