The New York Times loves to write about a mythical Portland that doesn't exist. It's filled with bee and chicken keepers, burning man attendees and kids that never do any work but can still drink PBR all day. Portlandia is satire and someone at the times doesn't understand satire.

Such that there is a portion of the population that is made up of young people coming here to retire it will be gone soon. Housing and rental prices should wipe them out in the next five to ten years.

Mind if I share some edits with you? Just some ideas, of course, not saying that this is what you were going for or what you envisioned, just something to think about.

   I got on the bus today: no timetable, no ticket
   No cheating  
   I'm tired of cheating

   No cut corners, no round trips, no stops
   No broken-glass promises, no
   Excuses

   Sitting on a bus when it hungers to life
   Is being inside the stomach of 
   A lurching beast

   I learned to focus on buildings,
   Then the forest sliding by in 
   Time with my heart

   I learned that if you let it
   A bus ride can grow
   Dreams

   And I learned to leave some dreams 
   Behind, waiting only
   In memory

   I learned the journey will never end 
   As long as I am still 
   Moving

Location: Somerville, MA, USA

Pictures were my right to left views while waiting for the bus. It is humid today and I sweat through my shirt. Today and yesterday were both really good days and I don't know what is going to come of what happened, but I am really rooting for the best. Oh, and yes, the picture order is dramatic; there was no tragedy of any kind involved. It's just where I happened to take my pictures for this post.

Leonard Cohen turns 80 today. His voice has been getting deeper and deeper and deeper. I'm about to go on a Leonard Cohen binge, starting with "Almost Like the Blues" - which might be from his new album coming out shortly.

  There is no G-d in Heaven
  And there is no Hell below
  So says the great professor
  Of all there is to know
  But I’ve had the invitation
  That a sinner can’t refuse
  And it’s almost like salvation
  It’s almost like the blues

If you're as clueless as I am.

1) Nobody reads Kindle Singles. You'll notice there's no metrics anywhere on anything listed.

2) Nobody reads short fiction. None of the short fiction sites where actual fiction is traded and sold are even mentioned. /r/nosleep? Gimme a fuckin' break.

I actually discussed short fiction with my agent yesterday. I'd mentioned that I had a bunch of screenplays doing nothing, but that I could probably turn 'em into novellas or short stories or whatever, as well as a lot of the ideas I've been developing with a few different producer buddies. I asked her if I should spend the time.

Kindle Singles never even came up. She said that it certainly couldn't hurt, so long as I didn't lose my focus on what mattered (novels). Know what my mentor said when I talked to him about self-publishing?

Amazon is uploading something like 250,000 self pubbed ebooks a month, and for every Hugh Howey there are a million ebooks that sell fifty copies and all to people with your same last name.

Tor has some short fiction for free but that's mostly to build brand and give authors a proving ground.

Sea change? Hardly. This article quotes that tedious fucking Future of the Internet survey whereby Pew cherry-picked a bunch of "experts" and asked them leading questions. It's about as scientific as asking Jim Kramer what stocks he likes 8 years from now.

Location: Tenafly, Bergen County, NJ taken 7 AM coming back from a party. oops.

Temperature: Mildly regretfulºF but wind makes it feel like contentment, high of headacheºF with a low of naptimeºF.

Partly hazy with a chance of memory recovery.

As I was walking, a sudden stream of texts sprang through my phone as the rain continued to fall and fall.

It was a beautiful weekend here in Chapel Hill North Carolina. My daughter and I went for a nature walk behind our house and she started collecting fallen leaves that she thought were pretty. Here is one from what I think is an Aspen.

We stuck them to paper and then colored all around them. The temperature has been perfect, in the low-mid 80s. Some of the leaves are starting to change color but I think we've got a good bit of summer-esque weather left. Though fall is my faborite season and October my favorite month.

I'm off to play tennis at 8:30 with ipreferpi and I think the weather should be perfect.

NC weather sure beats my native MI.

yeah, no. homes on central park cost a literal million dollars on the low end. also i live in dallas