We are back on the air

Dear Internet, it has been over a week since my last confession. It is remarkable to consider, given the relative brevity of that period, how much time I’ve had for cardinal sins, and… Read More →

Phew! (for a minute there, I lost myself)

It is a marvelous feeling to recollect yourself. Tonight began on a blue note. Hungover, worn-out, I was on the blink, struck asunder by a strange feeling of being too late for my… Read More →

The blurb makes the man

I’ve got MySpace straightened out, finally. I recently learned that scientists put cheerful stickers on the foreheads of babies to test for self-recognition. The baby looks in the mirror, blushes, and touches their… Read More →

Early this mornin’ when you knocked upon my door

Between now and tonight, I’ve got time to write about that droll old fellow the devil. Later I go to Claremont to see the Walkmen, and tomorrow John Darnielle comes out of hiding… Read More →

The argument sketch plus Barbie

I got back very late last night from a party in Long Beach. Here’s what I loved about it: you have a bunch of thoughtful people eating their strawberries and cream, drinking sneak-attack… Read More →

I’m more of a Catiline person

“Once in a while somebody comes along who says, ‘F— this!’, and that person becomes the voice of a generation.” –Henry Rollins, talking about quite a few of my favorite musicians This is… Read More →

Nice going, IKEA boy

So, I made my first undergraduate cry today, when I told him he was failing my course without possibility of appeal. The worst part about it was that he started telling me about… Read More →

Kristeva died for your sins

Somebody I just met, through a complicated snafu involving their blog and the anonymous comment function, asked me how the weather was out here. Well, I’ll tell you. We don’t have air conditioning.… Read More →

Are the birds getting this emotional?

Alright, this illness of mine (“West Nile Bird Flu”) has officially passed beyond something fun which reminds me of watching Chicago Cubs day games, drinking ginger ale, and skipping school. It has somehow… Read More →

I’m just illin’ like Bob Dylan

Well, about two weeks ago I had the thought: “Perhaps it would be nice to be sick. Then I could take things easy, spend a few days weak and enthralled by movies, and… Read More →