Guest Blogger: Steve

As you may recall from our introduction of Steven, he is a man who engages in making fun of the whole idea of blogs, yet he blogs on a consistent basis. Here is an example.



A blog, by Steve, in the guise of a g-chat away message:


When I was a boy, the bestselling books were often the books that were on your piano teacher's shelf. I mean, Steinbeck, Hemingway, some Faulkner. Faulkner actually had, considering how hard he is to read, and how drastic the experiments are, quite a middle-class readership. But certainly someone like Steinbeck was a bestseller as well as a Nobel Prize-winning author of high intent. You don't feel that now. I don't feel that we have the merger of serious and pop— it's gone, dissolving. Tastes have coarsened.

I Don't Want To See Your Old Banana

This doesn't have much to do with Steve... sorry. But when I was searched "old bananas" in Google Images this delightful man showed up. What he has to do with old bananas is a mystery to me.

Christmas In January

I don't know where the time has gone. It seems like only yesterday I was basking in the glow of Steve's whiskey induced Christmas spirit. When January gets dreary and I need some warm happy thoughts I curl up with my memories of the Henderson's Newburyport Christmas Bonanza. It's like wrapping a little electric heated blanket around my heart. I plug that heated blanket in ... and I am in a better place. My hope is that these pictures will do the same for you. Enjoy.

Yay! A Christmas Tree!



"Can we open the presents now?? Pleeeeease?




Steve singing "Silent Night" (album out next year)

So You Can Take That Cookie And Stick It Up Your...YEAH!

Steve had a recent encounter with a cookie. Here's what happened, as told through a g-chat with Lauren. We'll pick it up at the beginning:

So I get this "cookie" yesterday that has special ingredients from a co-worker, I think, hey nice, I'm going to eat this when I get home.

So, I go home...Cook dinner...Eat the cookie. First hour, I'm thinking that she was full of shit, telling me that I would only want to eat half and talking all scary about this stupid cookie. Lo and behold, around hour 2, I was laughing my ass off at the show Planet Earth.

I kept thinking that the different animals looked like people I know from life. I started doing the weird associations that you, and that wonderful man Deuce always do with people, you know.

I was laughing so hard that I wanted to call you and tell you to turn on your TV and see what I was seeing but, then I remembered that there is a 3 hour time difference, and it made me sad because I wanted you to see.

I was bugging out.



Now let's take a look into Steve's mind during this encounter:










- Anthony

- Jared

- Lauren

- Sarah Marie

- Kaitlin












- Eric Cornilius







- Emily


- Dave







- At this point, Steve was convinced he was watching himself as an animal on tv.

Steve's Daily G-Talk Status Quote

Writing is a concentrated form of thinking...a young writer sees that with words he can place himself more clearly into the world. Words on a page, that's all it takes to help him separate himself from the forces around him, streets and people and pressures and feelings. He learns to think about these things, to ride his own sentences into new perceptions.