Tag Archives: Oficina G3
No really. I’m still here. I’m just here in Portuguese
I could try to take you down every single emotional, situational and logistical rabbit-hole that’s slightly derailed my writing, but I won’t. Here’s the problem with being me: Me. In fact, I named the blog something that was a subtle … Continue reading
Oficina G3, Petra, and getting viewed 30,000 times
In case the backstory here is a bit muddy, let me give you a bit of my history. When I was a teenager, growing up in a church, and a Christian school, this was my favorite record: Not of This … Continue reading
VLOG: Apparently, Oficina G3 makes me run into other people’s cabins
If you’ve been here reading my veritable assaults against normalcy, you would well know my fascination–YEAH EVEN A FANSHIP of–the band Oficina G3. But, for all points and purposes here, NONE of that matters. All you need to know is–they … Continue reading
Oficina G3, and the Portuguese rabbit hole of indifference
Of all the hair-brained schemes I’ve concocted, the one I am about to lay out is the one that makes the least sense to people. This one seems to supersede: 1) Donning an ape suit and attempting to foment a Bigfoot … Continue reading
Master Of None 