Mark Faulk

About me:

Random stuff:

I always seem to be on the verge of greatness and simultaneously teetering on the edge of eternal obscurity.

I own a signed Vonnegut screenprint. That makes me happy.

Once upon a time, long ago, I got to set up the Dali Jewel Exhibit, which means I actually got to fondle every piece of art. (Jealous?)

I have a restless soul...sometimes I think it's a curse.

My brain revolts against me against me on a regular basis...and wins.

I make stupid jokes all the time just to cover my true feelings....because who the hell wants to see that mess?

(last one) I used to love that I stay up late because it gave me time to think....but now? I hate that I stay up late....because it gives me time to think.

Here's our website, It rocks:
http://www.faulkingtruth.com/


This is weird, in the "it's a crazy world category." I got quoted in the Denver Post, as if what I have to say actually matters. I know what you're thinking, I was thinking the exact same thing: Outcry grows over naked short sales

And another one, all the way from Canada, eh: Saskatoon Phoenix Star

Okay, first I'm going to post some articles from the website. I hand-picked these, some are serious, some not, some are political, some not, etcetcetc, blahblahblah, and so on and so on. We'll start with a few, and add more when I get bored again. Here we go:

One I wrote after catching a cab in New York so I could be in Times Square when Obama was elected:
Change Has Come to America

Here's a little rant about how faulking greedy rich people can be:
The Lords of Gaylordia

This is one about how damn lazy everyone on the internet is, and how "back in the day" we would hit the streets in protest, instead of sitting around whining about everything on MySpace:
Taking it to the Streets

..Here's an article that keeps coming back to haunt me. I wrote it in October of 2005, and I seem to relive it every couple of months. I'm living it this very minute. It sucks.
"For the Greater Good"

This one just is:
Talking To God

This one is interesting because it was written a couple of years ago, and just now seems to be closer to coming true. I hate it when that happens.
Apocalypse Now?

This one is on the website, but I'm linking the blog version from here because it triggered a lot of heated discussion. Heated discussion is almost better than sex (almost).
Woman is the Nigger of the World

And May All Your Christmases be White....

George Talks to God....

Work Hard (And Other Observations of The Obvious)

Fear and Loathing in the 21st Century

I'm not schizophrenic...and neither am I

MySpace is the Devil

Coming Out

The Radical Middle

Nowhere to Hide, Ever (A fist full of love), By Mike Bohling

And....if you haven't already, go read Kurt Vonnegut's "Slapstick", or if you have A.D.D. and can't get through an entire novel, read "Harrison Bergeron" from "Welcome to the Monkey House." If you don't "get it" after you read either one of those stories, don't even bother. Here's an article from my website that explains it in excruciating detail. It's called "'The Secret Vonnegut Society' or 'Subversion as an Art Form'":

I will accept people who get Charlie Kaufman as extra credit.

I have a website called The Faulking Truth, and it's my passion right now. There are some amazing people contributing to the site, and I love them all, even the ones who just hang out and tell us how great we are....especially the ones who tell us how great we are.

Um....we're not really that great, but we're trying. Really, we're dysfunctional, and kind of proud of it. I mean, who wouldn't be?

We're getting half a million hits a month, but I still don't know why. Maybe it's because dysfunctional people really are in control of the Universe.

I don't like yuppies, Neocons, and self-righteous religious zealots.....and people who don't use blinkers when they turn.

I have people living in my head, but for the most part, I ignore them. One of them somehow got a cell phone, and calls me from inside of my brain. It's creepy, but it makes me feel wanted.

I love love, I live for passion, I wish the world was a better place, and that there was more happiness, less greed, and no suffering. I write because it keeps me sane, but sometimes even that doesn't do the trick.

That's all for now. Come visit our website, and add your name to my friend list.