Surprise!

It has been strange enough, over the past two days, that I got three hours of sleep on Tuesday night. Last night I fell asleep early, around 10:30, to recover from Tuesday’s party… Continue reading

Two thoughts, two meanings apiece

1. The secret of style is melancholy. 2. The shells that contain and isolate us are made of the intimacies that have abandoned us.

In defense of sad songs

Yesterday I went to a concert: Les Savy Fav, Thunderbirds Are Now, The Hold Steady. The Hold Steady was so good, in such cheesy fashion, that I have nothing to say about them.… Continue reading

Blogging is like running a marathon in the dark

Wow, I honestly have no idea how to keep going with the blog. Before I began writing it, it seemed relatively easy to imagine writing every day. My plan was (and still is)… Continue reading

Indecision

Yesterday, smouldering from three hours of sleep and a bottle and a half of cheap wine, I very deliberately did nothing in small chunks, much like Hugh Grant in About a Boy. I… Continue reading

The first post!

Well, this is it, the very first post. I’m going to try to write in an interesting style (perhaps next entry, after I get over, in this entry, how sweet it is to… Continue reading