Lots on the Brain, Boots on the Feet
He runs away as soon as we take his boots out.
Fest Countdown
I got excited about all the things we are going to be doing at the festival, the conversations I haven’t had yet, all the Diet Cokes I am going to drink.
When Nietzsche Wept
I feel like I’ve never looked so long and hard at that abyss of nothingness.
The Heroes
The Zorg arrived in Jamaica with less than half of the Africans that it had set sail with still alive. Their prize for survival was the island’s sugar plantations, where newly arrived slaves had an average lifespan of three years.
My Dearest Video Disks
When I do a movie night at a friend’s house, I never show up without anything less than four DVDs on hand.
Who Is Special?
I saw somebody die once.
Getting Ahead
This post was not published in December because I was unable to stay ahead.
Yes, I’m Still Writing My Novel
Writing makes me feel alive. It’s the strong current beneath the ice, calm and powerful, a kind of steady thunder.
A Thin Path Through the Woods
What a strange feeling, to re-remember. How has this recollection been altered by time? What other pieces of it have I forgotten?
I Applied To Be on ‘Survivor’
Frankly, the idea of giving a team of strangers editing control over my inevitable mistakes and embarrassing moments before broadcasting them on a national stage is terrifying.
