Finally!...Finally!...someone has created something more important than the wheel and better than sliced bread.

Somebody give this inventor the Peace Prize.

Falling in love is the most dangerous thing in the world. Not falling in love is the second most dangerous thing in the world. Either way you look at it, your life will have danger so you might as well enjoy it. And take plenty of notes so somebody else can read your story long after you're gone.

We need more of these on the streets of America.

Write right now.

Marathon Training

When you've been running outside so long that when you see a herd of cows...and forget cows are called...cows...and in your mind you call them 'shaggy fur beasts'...it is time to go home.

"Storytelling is always relationship. It is the means by which we both-the teller and the told-enter into it and experience the same thing."

--from The Art of Story in Mars Hill Review 19, page 60

Image courtesy of Joel Robinson

“Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”

--G.K. Chesterton

Running 101

In exactly 22 weeks I will run this race.




In this city.




With these people.

When I was 4-years-old, Santa told me his name was also Jason. Christmas was never the same after that.

Some Hip Hop Diggedy Coolness

Item #1 + item #2 equals much goodness when mixed in item #3.

Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are “patches of Godlight” in the woods of our experience.

--C.S. Lewis in ‘Letters from Malcolm’

"Cock your hat - angles are attitudes." --Frank Sinatra

Journals are detachable appendages and everybody should have one.

--Jason Michael Shuttlesworth

"Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field."

--Yann Martel, 'Beatrice and Virgil' pg. 114

Too true.

Letters I sent the newspaper but never never got published (part 2)

Dear Sir who owns the dog that tried to bite me as I was running down the road this morning,

Benjie is dead.

Due to a freak accident involving my car, a piece of hamburger, and an unforeseen twitch in my arm just as I was driving past your house, the dog formally known as the Fauna of Mordor is now laying peacefully in an unmarked ditch resting contently.

Yours Truly.