2019 Nobel Prize-Guessing: I Was Correct

Last week I predicted the winner of the 2019 Nobel Prize in Literature, and I was right. Well, I was right about one of the winners. I forgot they had to pick two since there was no prize given last year.

Two More Things About Rip Taylor’s Death

) Pendarvis didn’t drop the ball—he just didn’t dribble it on his blog. Observe: I worked with Rip Taylor once and he was really nice. He was out of confetti so I had to go buy him some! He had really specific preferences about confetti. I took a lot of notes — Jack Pendarvis (@JackPendarvis)…

Two Things About Rip Taylor’s Death

I saw earlier this evening that Rip Taylor passed away, and I immediately wanted to be able to go to my RSS feed and find that Jack Pendarvis had maybe written something about this news on his blog (even though he rarely blogs about anything not related to the appearance of owls in books anymore)….

“Oh, P.” — A Taylor Swift Memory

Thanks to never throwing away a single email of the tens of thousands I’ve exchanged between myself and certain friends, I dug up an old one that I thought I had written but wasn’t sure I actually had written. Because it referenced Taylor Swift.  So, you know, considering the fact I was 45 years old at the…

Pulpy Goodness for Seniors

There is a “movie night” every Wednesday at the retirement home where I work that’s sometimes called “Rooney’s Request.” “Rooney’s Request” is, in effect, a warning placed before the title of the movie on the events calendar. This is because Mr. Rooney almost always requests something barely palatable to the rest of the community. No…

Now What?

When I was young, the thing I hated more than just about anything was going to bed and turning out my light at 9:00 pm. Despite the fact that I would just lie there in the dark driving myself crazy—unable to sleep, unable to shut off my brain—lights out at 9:00 was the rule in…

Yes, I Just Said, “Oh Shit!” to an Empty Room

In my previous blog post, I laughed out loud and then wrote, “Hahaha!” in the post to add “life” to it. While skimming lots of RSS feeds (because old people still use RSS feeds, don’t you know) this evening, I read one headline: “Oh yes, Fleabag’s Hot Priest is your new Tom Ripley” and immediately…

2019 Nobel Prize: My Guess

Though she’s only got bookies’ odds of 10/1, I have a feeling Olga Tokarczuk is going to nab the prize this year. I don’t even know why I think that, except that I saw her name on a list (a list that has Anne Carson’s odds at 4/1), and thought about a book of hers…

Not Wanting to Be Wanted

What a blessing to reach a point in life where you no longer desire. When you’re young, the absence of desire always seems the most horrifying possibility, the most terrifying specter beckoning you toward the future. But it’s not any of those things. It simply is not. There is no there there. There’s no void;…

Nothing To It

There’s nothing to it. You just start writing. Type out or scribble down a few words, a phrase, an image. Set a timer. Write for an hour. See how many words you can get written in that time. Look them over. Throw them away. Forget all of it. Start again. Train your brain to work…

Is It My Face?

I’ve been on a mini-vacation from work for the past five days, and for me that’s meant staying in and getting other work done—housework, writing, social media, etc. But I got a call at around 7:30 on Friday night from a friend who was at the Waffle House with her girlfriend eating dinner. She asked…

The Really Good Stuff

Catch everything out of the air into the net of your mind. Place every word in the correct order, arrange the dots and stripes of your perfect sentiment. Write all the beautiful phrases. Polish them, gaze at them in wonder. Congratulate yourself on your amazing powers of creation. Know there is nothing wasted. Marvel at…

The Book You Want to Read

“Write the book you want to read.” Is that good advice? I’m not sure. When I think about it, I know it makes sense, but as soon as I concede that, I suddenly lose my idea of what I want to read. It just flies out of my head, like all the books I knew…

How to Trick Old People

Today I’m going to teach you how to trick old people into listening to Jeff Buckley without grousing. Every day at lunch I read a little thing I throw together called On This Day in History to the assisted living residents in the retirement community where I work. I try to find things that they…

Not a Review: Once Upon a Time…In Hollywood

Usually when I use the words “Not a Review” in a post title, the post is about a movie I have actually seen. If this post is a review of anything, it’s a review of Mr. Barlow’s blog post about the movie Once Upon a Time…In Hollywood, a movie I have not seen yet but most…