To My Fellow Post Calvin Writers
I’m going to comment on every piece I read for the post this year.
The Dirty Dishes Tub
In life, she said, we often have to sacrifice our ideals for the system that actually works.
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.
