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And then there are people who write things I wish I had written.
If there’s one thing that makes me hate leaving my house or turning on the television or going on the internet or, you know, basically existing, it’s marketing. It’s how complicated and deeply psychological and web-like marketting in this country has become. Everyone [...]
I am still thinking about writing. I remember writing in college. I did not write much in college. I wrote papers, which is not writing. And I also wrote poems and stories, most of which started badly, stumbled worse, and never ended. I would write in front of people, but I would not write on [...]
I’ve been thinking about writing today. No, seriously. I’ve been thinking so much about writing that it’s begun to infect everything else. On the way home today Sarah and I were talking about what sorts of jobs we could get if we didn’t live in the Metro area, and whether or not we could or [...]
I recognize this. This happens to me regularly. Despite that, it always takes me a long time to realize what I’m doing again. And then I can back out of it, fix things, and be alright for awhile. The sleeplessness I had passed off as job stress, and that may be part of it. The [...]
My brother Glen accuses the monied elite of generating a source of cheap entertainment while reinforcing their cultural superiority. Meanwhile, here, it’s four a.m. and I’m sneezing my head off. Benadryl will stop that and put me to sleep again. Shame I have to be up in ninety minutes anyway.
I think I shall go play [...]