A terrible thing—maybe the worst thing ever—happened to my creative life last week, but I didn’t start feeling the repercussions of it until Sunday morning. […]
I’ve noticed that (usually) when people lean toward you and say in a low voice, “Full disclosure…” they never tell you anything interesting, or anything […]
I didn’t think I could like him less as a writer, but he certainly helped me out with that.
Look at that album cover! Now imagine what the music must sound like! Do you seriously think it’s possible for me to have anything left inside me to blog about?
We all know that nobody reads this blog, so my secret plans to become financially solvent are safe here.
I realized almost 24 hours after I posted to my blog last night that I called my imaginary TV show the wrong thing. I’m sorry.
Picture it: West Virginia. In your memory it is always bleak, always winter. Picture a town 15 miles from the nearest interstate exit, a town […]
Imagine being a child of the 80s – someone who grew up during a time when we all thought the cold war wouldn’t end until the Soviets pushed the button and blew up the world – imagine having that in your memory bank and then seeing that you’re being “followed” by Russia Observer.
Look: I’m almost 50 years old. I don’t have a lot of time left. None of us really does have a lot of time, period, whether we’re 90 or newly born. I am not reading Moby Dick. Drop it.
…[E]verything I thought to write about seemed like something I should be putting into my current WORK IN PROGRESS (as opposed to ON THIS BLOG).