First of all, I’m totally disappointed in the Democrats calling for Anthony Wiener’s resignation. I like to think that the Democratic Party is the tolerant, forgiving, understanding party. Aren’t we supposed to be all “stay…
Date Archives June 2011
Too much ideology
I’m not sure where to begin telling you about Cara Hoffman’s novel So Much Pretty because I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about it. I picked up the novel after reading Hoffman’s Largehearted…
One degree of separation (or is it two?)
Today over lunch FFJ and I discussed the difference between autobiography and memoir. Over delicious pad thai from Thanh Do, I told her about how I was reading Bob Mould’s See a Little Light: The…
Her vibes are rather reckless or, cleaning out the drafts folder
I found this draft in WordPress. It’s from September 29, 2010. All it has was the titles “Her vibes were rather reckless” and the video below. It’s a mystery to me. I wonder what I…
Thirty-nine
And thus I begin the last year of my thirties. I’m thirty-nine years old. I feel like I should be full of some sort of wisdom or something. Like 39 is the magic age of…
The cruelty of denying teens ‘dark’ literature #YAsaves
If you have an active weekend social life, you might have missed the twitter hubbub caused by a Wall Street Journal article about the Young Adult literature, “Darkness Too Visible. ” In it, Meghan Cox…
The disappointment
Can we all agree before I start that Kevin Brockmeier is a beautiful and inventive writer? His novel The Brief History of the Dead still haunts me even thought it’s been years since I’ve read…
The lazy reader takes pictures
When I’m in bed reading and a happen across something that resonates with me, I’m much too lazy to write it down and much to fastidious to write in a book. However, I do have…
These two things happened today: on wasps & gum chewers
I. While making my bed this morning I found a dead wasp or hornet under the covers. This is disturbing for a few reasons, not the least of which I spent the night with a…
I see a little light
Most nights when I roll over to go to sleep I look out my window and talk to the Gatsby Lights. It’s like praying without the deity and the asking for help. If I could…