I started enjoying writing in high school. I think I realized that writing could be particularly just that much more fun when I took it upon myself to inform the authors of my high schools standardized test that their prompt was absurd and didn’t promote any type of thinking outside of the ordinary. It took me five pages to prove my point and in the process of totally avoiding the topic at hand I came to the realization that I could write whatever I wanted to write about, no matter what.
I scored a 4 out of 5 and I’ve been writing ever since. Who would have thought?
The universe is made of stories, not atoms.
I’m not going to explain to anyone how the world works– because I don’t actually know, but sometimes it’s fun to make it up. Rather than finding solutions, I’d rather find questions– I’ll stack them, question upon question upon question. The Theoretical Theory is a journey through science and the idea that we know nothing more than the fact that we know nothing at all.
The short constrained poem “Pi Poetry” was a truly interdisciplinary undertaking. The process behind the poem is this: Take 10,000 digits of the math constant Pi. Search for the number 25 within the digits and replace all instances with the letter z, replace 24 with y, and so on until zero is replaced with the letter a. When Pi is completely parsed a number of word searches were conducted on the alphabetized numbers. Some of the more interesting results are bolded to create a poem. This poem was done on a much larger scale: Six-Million digits were parsed by an algorithm written by myself and Phd Gregory Wood.
“Our Thirst” is a short essay inspired by several teachers at California State University Channel Islands and the students they teach. It was specifically written to be published in the CI View, the school newspaper and was so in the November 2006 issue.
Los Angeles is a place like none other. We have 16 lane highways that fill and empty with the consistency of the Pacific tides. We have people who aspire to be nothing else than some other somebody. This is a place of wild extremes– in the sense of personality, in the sense of race & ethnicity, in the sense of sensibilities. This piece is about finding and losing ones self in a place that drips with personality.