Sending off the first 50 pages of my novel today…
06.17.13 /09:32/♥ 2
Historic moment with Benel hanging out with Mike as co-host for the first time. #standupcomedy #openmic (at The Creek and The Cave)
06.12.13 /18:14
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Leaving the house to do my morning writing really illuminates my own internal Prima Donna. Found a coffee shop on Classon that I had not noticed before. Great atmosphere. Normal prices. However, the table is slightly too low, relative to the seat, to really make writing by hand comfortable. Yes, I hate me, too. It’s fine. That said, there is a guy here working on two laptops. TWO! Do you think he’s a member of Anonymous? Is that a way that a geek signifies that he is a VIP geek?
06.10.13 /09:52
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Snarky book reviewer’s snarky marginalia.
06.08.13 /18:43/♥ 1
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I started a new finite Tumblr called BradleyManningSciFi. I plan to post one short story for each day of the trial (so I am already two days behind. Fortunately, the trial is on reset on Monday, so I should be able to catch up this weekend). I’m not going to say a whole lot about this Tumblr on here or on my Twitter or whatever, but if you like the idea of following the trial through weird sciencefiction stories, you might want to go follow this new blog now.  Maybe. Or don’t. You know, no pressure.
06.07.13 /12:39
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Mediocre morning of writing, in terms of word count, but I see where this chapter is going and it feels fun. Also, I invented the word “bootstraint,” that time of perceived helplessness while you wait for your #computer to finish running its start up process and cede control over to its user. 
06.07.13 /10:36/♥ 2
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[Once upon a time, at the Continental Midtown, Philadelphia, 2007 - the lads and me with some girl] When my girlfriend gets like a new haircut or a new dress and asks me what I think, I tell her she looks great. She always says that she wishes that I could one day say it in a way that she actually believed I meant it.  She says I always sound sarcastic. But I can’t help it. I have a sincerity disability.  I can’t help it. Even when I mean it I can’t sound like I mean it. Once upon a time, there was a way that I didn’t have a sincerity disability, though. Back when I used to be working the scene, if I managed to worm my way into a group of girls, I wouldn’t ever go after the most attractive one.  My buddy, he was always into the girl who could light up the whole room. I set my sights on the one you could just barely read by.  The trouble is they knew it. My true intentions came through loud and clear.  Why couldn’t my sincerity disability work in my favor? 
06.06.13 /15:39/♥ 1
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The first time I went to the openmic at the Three Dollar Tavern last night and the energy was like a Volkswagen Bug with jet fuel. I think the jet fuel of the night was the college girls celebrating a birthday. They were like a simulated bachelorrette party. (at The $3 Tavern)
06.06.13 /06:54
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This is one of the first photos of me to surface since I dealt with the disaster that my hair had become. That’s right - I got a haircut. Not every mid-30s dude has to worry about looking like an escapee from The Monkees Training Camp, but I do. So there. Also, this shot features three upcoming books that I will be covering on Next City’s FOREFRONT. July - Cities are Good for You by Leo Hollis. August - The End of Suburbs by Leigh Gallagher October - Smart Cities by Anthony Townsend I have covered some great books in recent months. Here are some pieces that I really enjoyed writing: Place and Access in Moses Gates’s Hidden Cities Chicago’s Yearning Years: A conversation with The Third Coast’s author, Thomas Dyja Sidetracks in Jeff Speck’s Walkable City
06.05.13 /15:12/♥ 1
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Changing the color of the #ink is my way of putting some elbow grease into remembering whatever the heck it is I wanted to remember while #writing.
06.05.13 /11:15
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I can always tell when I am going to be depressed. It always starts the same way. With waking up in the morning. … Every day, I wake up the same way: to the sound of my neighbor beating the shit out of her kids. I can hear her. She’s accusing them of stealing her booze. She’s a total alcoholic. It’s crazy. They are kids. Kids aren’t stealing booze. So, you know, I work from home, and I know them. So I hear them get back from school, and a lot of times I will go over there. You know, help them with their homework. Hang out. I know they have got it rough. But, I don’t really like kids. So that’s not very fun for me. So, to make it a little better, I have this thing I do. I steal some of their mom’s booze. … Then I get depressed when she wakes me up the next morning, beating the shit out of her kids, accusing them of stealing her booze. 
06.04.13 /10:12/♥ 2
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The podcast has wrapped, but some folks on here may not have known I have ever did it. Here’s some of my favorite episodes, from my own stories: The Anatomy of Ladies. & Roll for Your Fate or Brady vs Gin and Gin
06.03.13 /09:19
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I have had such long stretches of being single in the past that gal pals of mine - when nice guys can’t get laid they make friends with girls as an unbelievably poor substitute for actual sex - have actually said to me, “Well, maybe girls just aren’t for you. Maybe you’re gay? Have you ever thought about that.” Is that how that works?  Can I be voted gay?  Can so many ladies opt not to sleep with you that it actually changes your own sexual preference?  If that’s how that works, could I, like, get some friends together and vote a girl in love with me?  Okay, I don’t have that many friends. But maybe I could at least pull enough together to vote one depressed enough to sleep with me?  P.S. The photo above is from the South Philadelphia Bieannale, 2009, I think? Also, this is a comedy bit. I think I’m going to start posting some of my bits on here, so I have them written down somewhere. 
05.31.13 /15:00/♥ 1
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