Life has a way of changing on you, like a pair of pants that you wear too often, too heavily. Maybe that's a bit more macabre than I'd like it to be, so let's just leave it at Life has a way of changing on you, without notice but with plenty of warning. So that one day you wake up and look out the window and see a different world, with different ( Read more... )

I've been reading The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss, lately. It's a book that has earned itself wide accolades in the online communities - RK Milholland plugged it, as did Tarol Hunt of "Goblins - Life Through Their Eyes" and a number of other webcomic artists. If you haven't yet, I recommend locating it in a bookstore and picking it up ( Read more... )

These days, when I want to cry, I watch i am sam. The moment in the courtroom when Lucy lies for her father starts me weeping every time ( Read more... )

It began on Wednesday, roundabout 7:00pm. You could say that it began earlier than that, since technically I was born at 2:30 Minnesota time (3:30 here), but until 7:00 I was only academically aware that it was any different from every other day. Aside from the occasional "Happy birthday!" wall posts on facebook and greetings from my roommate ( Read more... )

A lot of posts this past week, but I guess that's because there's a lot going on (not really). In any case, I thought I'd post what I'm planning to do for my birthday, in case anyone's in the West New York or Manhattan area this coming Wednesday ( Read more... )

Jar Jar Binks, the Gungan/Phanastacorian buffoon from the new Star Wars trilogy - best known for such golden phrases as "My thongue...my thongue ith...ith numb" and "Meesa Jar Jar Binks!" - was recently revealed to be a genius.

In the words of Lewis Black, "I know; I was shocked too."

This revelation occurred in the web-based screencap comic, ( Read more... )

There is a theory, or a rumor, or an idea circulating that if you go to L.A. some mysterious force - the weather, probably - makes you not do anything productive. Everybody smokes pot and drinks beer all day, and nothing ever changes except the channel ( Read more... )

Starting June 1, I'll no longer be living in Allston, MA. For those of you who like to send me things in the mail - I don't know who you are, because so far I've gotten nothing from you, and just who do you think you are keeping me waiting like this - here is my new address ( Read more... )

I had found a place to live in New York for the summer, for which I was very excited. It was an apartment with three people I did not know, but the arrangement would have been affordable and very comfortable. I had spoken with the people who lived there, and they said they would like to meet with me. I told my dad this morning that I had found ( Read more... )

The other day I bought the latest issue of The Believer, a literary magazine published by McSweeney's. If you've never seen it before, I recommend picking up an issue and leafing through the articles. This issue includes articles about fear, Karl Marx, and - well, I don't know what else; I'm still reading about Marx. But there's good stuff in it ( Read more... )