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?
It’s Thanksgiving Day 2018. Since I have the time today, I thought I’d take a moment to talk just the littlest bit about The Process […]
Sometimes all of this – i.e., The Process – is just nuts. It can make you nuts. It can drive others nuts. There’s no real way to justify it, and no compelling argument for vilifying it.
If there is no knot in a person’s brain made up of guilt and pain caused by slights and regret and rejection and failures of kindness and humiliation and bad behavior toward other people, then what purpose could their creating art possibly serve?
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.