TIME FOR one last cup. I still dream of coffee. I still dream of dipping my fingers in eddies of swirling froth and suffer the distant warmth fading with the passing of time. I still jump out of bed with a start, disoriented, roused by a whistling kettle that’s never there, struggling with tangled sheets, hoping to catch a…
IT IS official. I have forgotten how to write. It didn’t take more than a sentence to know that I won’t be getting anywhere. My thoughts could no longer command these brittle fingers to pry themselves open. Perhaps they have gotten so accustomed to wielding a pen that jabbing at a Chiclet keyboard seems so…
I SEE HER for what she is — uneven, a runaway three-line poetry. Lesser minds have plunged her depths only to break the surface with questioning faces. All these years they never understood for they saw her differently, an odd number in the realm of pairs and parallelisms. She was often measured, but in their eyes…
FOR LOSS OF WORDS is about love, loss, the art of photography and a million words. I wrote this piece for a friend of mine after parting ways with her photographer boyfriend. This one’s written from the photog’s point of view. Read by an amazing woman, Christina Gregory (formerly Brownlee), it is one of my…
YOUR COFFEE MUG still sits where you left it; half-empty, atop your favorite porcelain, brim smudged with a curious combination of dried froth and pink lipstick. It’s my little testimony, you know, to a life well led and a union I thought was blessed. I never had the heart to move it even as it…
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SOMETIMES ALL YOU need to do is close your eyes to see. Now, if I could just keep them closed a little longer. Soon…
I LOVE the rain, but sometimes i miss the su… No. I love the rain. (coming back)
“In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it ‘Christmas’ and went to church; the Jews called it ‘Hanukkah’ and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say ‘Merry Christmas!’ or ‘Happy Hanukkah!’ or (to the atheists) ‘Look…
I WAS ON vacation in Boracay Island, Philippines a week before Typhoon Haiyan/Yolanda (widely believed to be the strongest typhoon to ever hit land) damaged it. The good news is that the island was able to recover quickly from the destruction. I took a few photos of the calm before the storm, my first attempt…
5-7-5 (you can find the full poem here) was written with a girl in mind. Last night, something happened. I merged Christina’s audio reading of the poem with a photo of a boy and some background music. The result was something unintentional yet wonderfully and indescribably different. I will never see 5-7-5 the same way again.…
In the movie Good Will Hunting, Robin Williams’ character tries to break the shell of a genius played by Matt Damon. This is one of my favorite movie monologues of all time. – 0 – “So if I asked you about art you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo?…
My friends say I smile for all the wrong reasons. —————————————————– Most of the time, I smile for no reason at all. ————————————————– Maybe I was born with a stupid smirk on my face. ————————————————- But whenever I walk into this cafe. ——————————————— And wander into her perfect world. —————————————– This meaningless smile is a…
THE DOOR HAS never swung shut ever since we left it so, creaking on its hinges, slightly broken. We kept it leaning out a little, as if we agreed its openness was an invitation we would take up when we felt braver to explore the house of our separate strangeness and particular fears. We had…
Three fast facts about men and their music playlists: 1. You don’t really know a man until you’ve heard his music playlist. 2. Women generally get their mp3s from iTunes, CDs or from friends; men from The Pirate Bay. 3. You can always copy or steal a man’s playlist. But it will never be yours. The…
I been in bed all day and will stay here the whole weekend. I hope you enjoying your weekend too! Come back to bed – John Mayer I want you – Kings Of Leon Big yellow taxi – Counting Crows You are the one that I want – The Lennings You give me something –…
YOUR COFFEE MUG still sits where you left it, half-empty, atop your favorite porcelain, brim smudged with a curious combination of dried froth and pink lipstick. It’s my little testimony, you know, to a life well led and a union I thought was blessed. I never had the heart to move it even as it perches precariously on…
I HAD THE night of my life earlier dancing with blogger friends Ese, Alastair, Yashie, Amber, Daile and Christina, along with a few others. I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for having the guts (and the balls, Alastair) to go out of your way just to humor me during…
TODAY ISN’T exactly a good day. We’re moving to a new office. That means an extra 12.5 mile drive. They say the new office will be better but not necessarily bigger. I’d say bigger is better. I will miss my old room, which exudes a scent of pretzels by the way, as well as its…
EVERY BALL player worth his jersey will tell you that, for the entirety of a championship game, the roaring crowd will be reduced to one enveloping, panoramic blur. And from that undulating haze of humanity, he will recognize only one face — that of his father. (missing you)
“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.” — H. Murakami
I love to share music with others and Im always curious to hear people`s music style and this subject is something I can talk about for hours. One of my favorite music genre is rap. Chiddy Bang, Wiz Kahlifa, Drake, Kanye West, Jay-Z, Bone Thugs n Harmony, Warren G and Tupac is some of my…
THIS IS MY part of the deal with gorgeous Julia Linn. I loved the songs she posted regularly in her blog and eventually we thought swapping playlists would be cool. Needless to say, she beat me silly with her awesome and diverse selection. I mean, how can you top the Rolling Stones’ “Start Me Up”…
“From where I sit, I can still see your teaspoon stop mid-stir, thin wisps of steam rising from your mug – your Holy Grail – and then you’re gone. You never said so much as a goodbye or thanks. You just went ahead, choking on either the teaspoonful of cappuccino or the bitter words that…
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My professional and personal lives rarely intersect.
“It is even quieter at dawn. I sit out back and I write stuff, like stories. That’s easy. I don’t know, it’s like at that time of the day, because everyone’s still asleep, all the best thoughts haven’t been taken yet.” – House at the End of the Street
Originally posted on My Pretzel Logic:
Three years ago, I stumbled upon this brilliant poem. Written by a relative unknown, it’s breathtaking imagery lingered long enough that it became the inspiration for “For Loss of Words (Sit Beside Me Still).” Light Years and Love Lost in the Oleanders By Alane Rollings Does my voice reach…
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.” — Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran ———————————————————————- “Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go…
Preserving a b-day tradition. Words: NGT, “The Caffeine Chronicles” My Pretzel Logic Video Footage: Jubafilms
Originally posted on Fragments.:
I am in love with the irrevocable scars of sin that burn burn burn blue into your skull. I am so transfixed with the way your ribs tangle into each other when the laughter burns through you and you have no choice but to let it out. I am perplexed by…
“What I need is a goddamn miracle and my cigarette is my burning bush.” — NGT, “Sophia” CIGARETTE SMOKERS are a curious breed. Try asking five smokers a peso and they’d tell you they don’t have change. Bum a stick and at least four will hand you their cigarette packs with lighters in tow. Roll your…
OKAY, NOW I don’t see the need to post a Friday Five music video entry every Friday. Otherwise, My Pretzel Logic will start looking like a music video blog, especially in times when I decide to take a short blogging hiatus (like what I had this week). Maybe every other Friday or every first Friday…
Thought I’d post 5 of my favorite songs every Friday. Each week will feature a different genre. I need to thank Kori of Life, Love & Lyricality for introducing me to such a wonderful weekly music list concept. This week is a mixed bag of alternative rock, acoustic indie and pop. – pretzellogic
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