1.) I went to ye olde Pergolesi to write today, as I oft do, pleased with myself for having a single, crisp five dollar bill in my wallet, as to buy a cappuccino. While there, I was met at the counter by the handsomest barista in the shop, whom I fancy in a passing sort of way. We conversed and I stumbled awkwardly over talk of kinds of cheeses as ( Read more... )

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It's weird when you realize that you recognize your new creative writing professor because you used to sell her tremendously best selling novel-turned hugely popular film a few years back ( Read more... )

Scene. Living room. Corinne sits on couch with laptop. Mom enters stage right.

Mom: What are you doing?

Corinne: Writing up a resume and researching writing fellowships.

Mom: Well, if you're going to get a job in today's economy, you're going to have to fix up your appearance so people will take you seriously.

Corinne: Mom....

Mom: You could start by ( Read more... )

Praise the Lord for all good things.
We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.
We did it.
Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.

-Harold Pinter

YES WE HAVE.

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Entry dedicated to Mike, and all of his broken bones.)

If you've talked to me for more than, say, fifteen seconds about music, you probably know all about my near-religious love of the Welsh band Mclusky (disbanded a few years ago), and more recently of Future of the Left, which is comprised of Mclusky drummer Jack Egglestone, Mclusky vocalist/ ( Read more... )

David Sedaris wrote an excellent piece in the New Yorker this week. Here's an excerpt to convince you to read it:

To put [the election] in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you ( Read more... )