the passion of the roast

Still in Atlanta. It rains sixty percent of the time here. But I don’t mind. Cold weather helps me think. Maybe because it keeps me indoors longer. I want hot chocolate – but I know it will tear apart my stomach. Do you really need to charge extra for soy, you fuckers?

My cousin Lia got engaged. Kudos! What do you guys think about getting married early? She’s 26. Is that still considered early? Or age appropriate? People say, “When you’re ready, you’re ready.” Some people are ready at age 15, so I don’t buy that. There must be some range normal people can agree on.

I started this new thing with my girl Jessica. (I have a girlfriend? What what?) If you have le foto, of you or your trendy friends, please send email us, with the link or just my own. Get on that sister.

I’m twittering again. I checked out Google Wave. I’m a nerd. And I think Wave is for Winners. I’ll probably eat my words in six months.

My brother runs an advice blog at If you’ve got issues, he’s the man.

Read THE WAR OF ART. It’s fucking awesome. It kicked my ass into gear and made me conscious of all the distractions in my life. Sometimes they win. Sometimes they don’t. Lately I’ve been winning. His premise is that artists and warriors are the same. Every day, the battle to move ahead is renewed. Obstacles to do our work, and pursue our creative ideas, are there ALL THE TIME. We win by sitting down. We tell Resistance to go fuck itself simply by putting pen to paper.

Healers! Hoping you’re flying in happy skies today, and always.

K. Back to it folks.