Dainon Moody's Blog

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My sense of smell is stronger than it probably should be. She smelled like she didn’t much care for deodorant, if she owned any at all. I dismissed this as okay. Curiously, Europeans get a pass on smelling like just rained-on dirt. She spoke at length of a past college thesis, the one that preceded her becoming a professor, it involving the still-mystery that is combustion theory. I knew nothing about any of that, but I took it in, moving things around in my brain to make room, and so glad at...

sometimes you wake up on a Sunday night (third time in four hours) and you have the most clear thought in your head that you dig around for an unused field notes notebook and you quickly scrawl it out so you can remember it later. and, as far as you're able to tell the next day, it's shouting at you in manic, scribbly diagonal lines.
"in the end, I intend to write about all of it. and it will show up in scripts and it will show up in poems and stories and my blog and sometimes on Facebook, too...

Today’s been one of those rainy, gray ones. In my mind, that makes it the best of days. Instead of falling leaves all the burnt colors of Fall, we’ve daily visits by buckets of raindrops and the occasional surprise clap of thunder. Instead of being clobbered with sunshine with the season switch, I can pretend it’s a sweater’y day in Portland. The air conditioner has eased up and my candle is sending over its best cinnamon-vanilla wafts. On my mind? Pie. I’ve taken a break from the four Frank...

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I'll know the names of all of the birds
and flowers, and not only that, I'll
tell you the name of the piano player
I'm hearing right now on the kitchen
radio, but I won't be in the kitchen,

I'll be walking a street in
New York or London, about
to enter a coffee shop where people
are reading or working on their
laptops. They'll look up and smile.

Next time I won't waste my heart
on anger; I won't care about
being right. I'll be willing to be
wrong about everything and to
concentrate on giving myself away.

Ne...

I'd only gone into 7-11 to buy a water. The cashier told me that, if I ponied up for the bigger size, it'd be 2 for $2. A steal, I thought, and I quickly acted on her suggestion. Got back to the counter and she commented on my metal bracelet, asked where I'd bought it. My answer: a thrift store. I asked after the tattoo on her forearm, an incredibly detailed rendering of the Millennium Falcon, as yet unfinished, and there to cover up the failed tree rings tattoo just beneath. She told me how...

In case you've not yet heard this musician or seen this beautifully orchestrated video he unveiled just a couple days ago, allow me to throw back the curtain for you and help do the secondary honors. It's a curious thing, when images are allowed to match up with the sounds you already like so much; I consider this a success on both accounts. I'd love to see if there are more videos to follow but, even if there aren't, this is worthy of playing and replaying, liking and flat out loving.

JAY WI...