There once was a mom, she never existed. They’d thought she’d run away, But nope. She just didn’t want to be in any pictures.
Danny is an American author of many poems, short stories and pieces of flash fiction in a piece created for his then girlfriend, and current wife -she is still the only one to’ve seen this work. He is the author of one article on a user submitted cut-and-paste sports website, which ultimately left a bad taste in his mouth and he swore he would never participate in again.
Danny was born and raised in the greater Phoenix metropolitan area. He switched schools a few times in his adolescence and once told classmates that he was from Seattle. Danny now resides with his wife and two children in the Seattle suburb, Kent, Wa.
He has no college degree, following in his parents footsteps, however, he has earned some credits pursuant to a degree. He was once told that he never follows through on anything.
Danny is currently trying to figure out if he is the artist he thinks he is, or the employee/consumer he was raised to be. He has no formal training, being a half-assed, degenerate autodidact, he researches subjects on his own. Everything he has learned about the craft of writing can be attributed to research he has done via reading, a lot, mostly postmodern literature, but also how-to’s, video classes, and of course writing a lot of crap.
He is currently working on his first novel, while also trying to build his profile by staying creative via his blog Consumed. He is a father, and is constantly trying to figure out how to be a good one. He has a full time job as a fire alarm technician, which he feels blessed to have, as it gives him ample opportunities for insights regarding the modern world and how we live in it.
Many of Danny’s themes are centered around existence: metaphysics, philosophy, psychology, political science. He feels that the modern story should be a depiction of how it is to live within a particular slice of history.
Tonight I walked the dog at around 9 o’clock. I ran into the three Weird Sisters, who wobbled and ached, they spoke of recent doctor’s visits in between long periods of silence. Our dogs sniffed, then growled and barked. I mumbled something, but in my mind I was extremely witty and congenial.
We pulled away and walked up the sloped driveway, walked along the arterial drag passing under erubescent street lamps and into the cover of shadow. I took a couple puffs off the 8 $ mass produced glass marijuana pipe I had shoved in my jacket pocket before I left. Presently I realize little resinated nuggets tumble around in my pocket as I hide the evidence. Of course the pair of rat terriers race to the chain link fence that runs along the sidewalk, their barks like trumpets, somehow melodic. Everything’s going to be OK. Life is a myth.
So suddenly everything slows down. Thousands of frogs croak, I can feel the reverberation of their ribbed ribbiting. Some days after 9 o’clock at night you can actually watch the clouds roll by. Have I slowed down enough to watch the world pass me by? I’m a big believer in perception, in different levels of communication and understanding, I’ve crossed a line. A threshold maybe? Everything’s going to be OK. There will be a price to pay… Cancer, stroke victim, diabetes, paraplegic, Crohn’s disease, multiple sclerosis, Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s, degenerative, decognitive… Okay so I just realized I’m liquifying into the mud, slowly trudging my thighs through until they are sludge, my torso barrels on with force pushing forward into the future. I transcend(-s, -ing, -ed). I am one. I am all. I am a puddle, a looking glass, a point in time, the infinite pivot. I am here
The focus of this blog should be to open a discussion about life and all the things in it. What are we really living for? We ask ourselves this and often we find cosmic thoughts drifting through our mind’s eye -trying to nail a face to our ‘God'(whatever/whoever that may be). All the while missing just what the answer -which is right under our collective nose- really is; we live for Profit.
There is a correlation between our economy and our perception of reality, a pretty big one as it turns out. We (the contributors) will work to expose these correlations in an effort to determine whether they (be it an industry or branch thereof, being the They) have a positive or negative effect on our lives. Companies are, and should be, responsible for their actions. They (corporations, government agencies) have such a huge impact on not just our daily lives but on our world, on our future generations that the responsibility is great and the accountability should be even greater.
The topics will vary as there are a myriad of ways that we can interact with the industry and which we can perceive those interactions in the business of life.
We should be creative with the way we approach our writing and our articles. I certainly don’t have the resources to conduct hard-hitting interviews, or undercover journalism. I do however believe that we can gather information responsibly enough to form informed opinions/hypotheses in which to present in a creative way.
This bog should provide an open platform for others to contribute, if so desired.
We should care enough to perform as thorough an investigation as possible. This isn’t off the cuff, shoot from the hip writing. We should strive to be as journalistic as possible: making the correct citations and MLA formatting as accurate as possible. We live in a pretty fast paced time when things go unchecked from time to time in order to get an article (or otherwise) out to produce views and to prevent the topic from becoming outdated. That’s not really cool.
If this sounds like a challenge, a call to action, maybe it is. Maybe you’re looking for a different outlet, a different platform to present your ideas. If this is the case let’s work together to bring about discussion to cause an affect.