Browsing All posts tagged under »fire«

I Told Him I Got a Plan and I’m Gonna Dominate

April 25, 2014 by


This song isn’t in any of my writing playlists but it’s been aggressively stuck in my head for a couple of weeks now so I’m going to share it with you in the hopes that doing so will exorcise it. The video is… unabashedly trashy. I sort of want to say you shouldn’t watch it, […]

why things burn

October 7, 2013 by


My fire-eating career came to an end when I could no longer tell when to spit and when to swallow. Last night in Amsterdam, 1,000 tulips burned to death. I have an alibi. When I walked by your garden, your hand grenades were in bloom. You caught me playing loves me, loves me not, metal […]

I Do Like to Set Things On Fire

June 13, 2013 by


I have around a quarter of the book left to edit at this point and my sidebar is full of these weird sarcastic notes to self. Last week when I was sick I wasn’t really focusing clearly enough to want to mess with the text so I just flipped through it and made comments. That’s […]

Apple 13 Inch Retina Laptop: A Review (Contains References to Fire, Alcohol and Bananas)

November 16, 2012 by


Yesterday my new pony (er, laptop) arrived. And because it is so shiny (wonderful, brilliant, distracting) I did not write anything (brilliant, scintillating, or lunatic) to share with you this morning. Claire: Does the baby have a name yet? Me: I think I’m going to go with Rick’s idea and call him Bar Drake. Claire: […]

Because When You Solve For X, Things EXPLODE

July 25, 2012 by


Formulas and variables and integrals and derivatives: to the casual observer it looks like you’re doing math. But you’re not. Because when you solve for x, things EXPLODE. You’re doing ENGINEERING. — David Malki Rick is a mechatronics engineer. I like to explain this as: I program robots. Rick will tell you that this is […]

I Think I Just Set Something On Fire

November 22, 2011 by


I’m stuck. I know what happens next but the scene I’m writing feels… flat. Two dimensional. And it doesn’t lead in to the next thing. It just… stops. I feel like I’m dragging the words out by main force. Which is not my favourite way to write. The last few days it’s all been one […]