There are few greater sins in the tenets of romantic love than complacency. My lovely girlfriend, Diana, reminds me of this truth seemingly on a daily basis. Numerous times now during our six-year relationship, Diana has asked me to set aside my sarcasm and my obnoxious humor for one single blog post, and to proclaim…
Author: KZ
Petty Grievances Continued
I guess it’s no secret that I like to complain. Sure, I’ve been known to build things up on occasion during upswings of optimism. But at heart, I’m just a cantankerous old crank who fixates on the tiniest of gripes — the pettiest of grievances. I am all too aware that the world is full…
The Stranger Inside
One of my favorite stand-up comedians, Emo Philips, tells a relatively benign joke that kind of creeps me out whenever I think about it: “I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this.” The connection between the brain, consciousness, and human…
Someday Soon
I can’t wait. One day far or near into the future, my words will be re-spoken, awakening a memory of significance in motion, salvation through a Creator of my choice, and followers will find meaning through my ludicrous insistence, instances of miracles and revelations which awaken old passions and which dull the inner cries, independent…
Pettiness Is an Art Form
Edric had some choice words to say about my previous blog entry. Little did he know that he was making the wrong choice when he decided to raise up on KZ without provocation. Edric: that was disappointing. too much hype, not enough substance. i was expecting something funnier. Kevin: i was expecting you to be…
Nice Try, Gary
This dollar bill traveled all the way from Phoenix, Arizona to San Jose, California. Normally, I’m not the kind of person who gets excited over money tracking projects like Where’s George, but I feel a strong need to report the whereabouts of a particularly special dollar bill that I came across today. There are some…
I Blame Momo
Writer’s block is a bitch — but you already knew that. Sometimes when I sit down to write, I end up sitting still for long stretches of time, hovering a pen over an empty page while I sort out my thoughts. More often than not, the words just never seem to come. It’s always during…
Facking Fail
Just a while ago, a community outreach program in my resident city gathered a bunch of volunteers to paint over the graffiti in my neighborhood. The neighborhood was a better place for it, but I have to admit that I was little sad to say goodbye to the muralistic masterpiece behind my apartment building, which…
So How’s That Novel Coming Along?
Call it a crisis of confidence, but sometimes I wonder what all of these writing aspirations of mine are really worth. It’s just easier to let somebody else say it for you. Everything has already been written. Anything significant has already been said. That all happened much longer ago than most of us suspect. So…
I’d Be More Apathetic if I Weren’t So Lethargic
Honestly, I get it. But then again, I kind of don’t. Why do people always wait until the 1st of January before they initiate all of those lofty, life-altering projects of radical self improvement? I’ve never believed in making new year’s resolutions because I’ve never viewed the start of a new year as a monumental…