Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
Krisis has been creating Crushing Krisis since 2000, writing songs since 1996, and reading comics since 1991. He is a Customer Success and Digital Brand Strategy executive, serial organizer, parent, and feminist, among other things. Based in Philly through 2017, he now resides in Wellington, NZ.
by krisis
If i didn’t enjoy airing every joy, loss, and tear so much with you all, i might fall in love with So There, a seemingly anonymous collection of letters never sent with one added once every day. Of course, by writing those letters on here sometimes they effectively “get sent” in one fashion or another, which is probably why giving So There a piece of me is a little scary … it would really be admitting that i’d never get sent. [link via Meg, who i adore]
by krisis
Ironically (in the shadow of my interaction with Patti Rothberg’s guitarist), “Splinter” is a song written totally under the influence of Patti’s music – the passing chords and mix of suspended and add chords are a technique taken verbatim from her new album. Funny, huh? I think this whole day is funny…
by krisis
I wonder if god reads my webpage…
If other events of today are indication, i probably shouldn’t say anything bad about her in case she stops by sometime.
by krisis
Moments like that one are the reasons i talk to god whenever i’m walking alone at night and the sky is clear. I’m not entirely sure who’s really listening at any given moment, but as i said at the end of my littany tonight: “Thanks for clear skies and scaring away the muggers. Though, i might be doing that last bit all on my own.”
by krisis
I walked the distance from my apartment to my house today without ever actually getting to my house. This is not a short walk: it basically spans the entire width of Center City and cuts north and south into more residential neighborhoods. It was sunny when i finally made it out of Drexel’s campus after multiple interruptions. Two blocks from picking up my last paycheck from the coffee shop i thought i saw a spot of rain on the pavement. When i left the shop it was drizzling. When i left the first music store i had on my itinerary it was drizzling, and by the time i crossed over Market street it was pouring. The whole time i shopped on South Street it was miserable and i was damp. I regretted that i had decided to walk all the way there and prepared to catch the subway back to Drexel.
As i left the last store on my shopping excursion, the rain halted as if someone hit an off-switch. For the entirety of my walk to Market street to catch the El i felt as though the sun was a follow-spotlight that was tracking me from block to block; everything around me was lit up brighter than it was across the street or further down the block, and my shadow was thrown huge against the sidewalk. The sun actually seemed to be pointing itself right at me. I was glowing.