'the girl' i 'dated' in college (02-06) who is also the subject of my debut, forthcoming novel What Happened to You Today? (fall 2012) has been featured in a ski-resort promotional video re the Swiss Alps. i've also read on blogs that she is due to appear in a video produced by the resort company that claims 35% of the slope real-estate on the Matterhorn.



(we have not spoken since graduation day)

Colin Bassett has published a story I wrote.

Crossfire 'Skate Zine' releases part 2 of a 2006 interview with Ali Boulala.

Teacher photos dorsal finned creature in Newtown Creek.

after opening a link to download a torrent my computer contracted a trojan virus or malware.

while skateboarding i have severely sweat in all the pairs of my jeans that are now in my room.

because i could not fit anymore t-shirts in my laundry bag i took the bag to the laundromat.

waiting for the wash cycle to complete i read an 11 page poem by william wordsworth, sometimes thinking of scenarios completely different than those depicted by the words in the poem and continuing to steadily follow the lines with my eyes.

today i answered questions in a conversation, felt unable to expand the conversation with my answers and felt self-conscious of my voice in that way.

my alarm is set for the same time tomorrow that it was for today despite agreeing to be at work a half-an-hour earlier.

he is the father of seven children by six women in five states, and he's not in a relationship with any of them

think i have high blood pressure

i am confused as to what blogging is

i could write about anything really

my philosophy remains unkown until i have written it

are our lives repressed?

do we forget we just have lives?

I read ten pages of Nostromo. 

He didn't sleep much the whole week. He didn't sleep much ever. He was always wary of what time he thought he wanted to go into his room and turn off the lamp. There was an open silence he walked through, which seemed like sleep, in his apartment. Different thoughts became ideas and then regrets. His brain was sort of a soft mind. Light entered his eyes in sharp blurs. The sofa and coffee table entered. The internet kept him awake. He still wanted things after emails, salad, beers, video games, and small parts of novels. The movie The Cove, about a tiny cove where Japanese fisherman slaughter an impressive number of dolphins each day. The frames slowing and freezing and the sound continuing into his soft brain like a diagnosis. He'd wrap himself in three quilts and turn himself like something cooking after bones and muscles ached and limbs went to sleep. The activists crying, Japanese fisherman are blank and stern, the cove with an overcast above. He sleeps until 1. In the morning his thoughts were already unreasonable.. In the day there would be a crest. While he walks to the store it seems the worst.

ee wen oo fell sad (poetry form)

thought 'no one said anything interesting or memorable yesterday.'
thought 'i am stupid.'

watched The Donner Party
watched 1/2 Inglorious Basterds

heard dance music
heard Tha Carter II

called Cablevision
called landlord

drank bottled beer
drank water fountain water

ate pasta
ate pasta with tomato sauce on it
ate pizza with chicken on it

ewyfs the movie

i changed the web address to this blog

from: http://www.milesjosephross.blogspot.com/

to: http://www.itisunderstoodhehadsignedtostarinavideogame.com/

felt appropriate because i am also going to be changing postal addresses next month.