This is going to be a half-assed, overdue retrospective ( Read more... )

Yeah, so actual news for a change -- the suspense is over; I'm finally starting work on Monday, after months of speculating, goofing around, teef-gnashing and the cetera. Though it would have been nice to start working two months ago, now is as good a time as any, and I'm certainly glad of this particular job. I'll be learning to be a trader at ( Read more... )

No, I didn't, but you can tell from the subject of this entry that I am indeed writing about one of those times when my amazing powers of intuition made an incredible projection. I'm not quite psychic, but...

NEARLY A YEAR AGO, I was writing about "supergroups" rising from the ashes of great defunct alternative acts, using Zwan and Audioslave as ( Read more... )

What's the problem recently with people writing books that mean more than they actually mean? It isn't turning out well, and I feel like bitching about it right now. Let's talk about two books I've read recently that were rather entertaining on the surface, but become rather disconcerting when faced with deeper scrutiny: "The Life of Pi" (Yann ( Read more... )

Gene and I went to Premier yesterday, and the seedy pool hall is worth commenting once again. This time, we spent over four hours, playing perhaps 40 games. The game was heavily mental, which means that Gene and I whispered terrible things to each other, designed to put the other off his game. The first ten or so were pretty evenly split, but ( Read more... )

You know, haircuts are an area of life that I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to; every time I go for a haircut, I get a little bit lazier, and the result is imperfect control over my destiny ( Read more... )

Gene and I went to Premier to shoot some pool, and we encountered plenty of Russians there. Among them was a huge bear of a man, wearing leather pants and talking loudly in Russian to his slightly (very?) Eurotrashy girlfriend. He asked us if we were Russian, and he told me "nice shot" at one point. It made me feel all warm inside, like a ( Read more... )

Instead of figures, I will make use of nouns and verbs, detailing two exciting events I attended earlier in the week ( Read more... )

It's gotten awful cold all of a sudden, now that the summer is over.

"Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone"
-- Don Henley, The Boys of Summer

Here's another poem. This sort of poem I wouldn't be able to write without "Pulp Fiction" or "O Brother Where Art Thou." I really, really like this one, so maybe this will brighten someone's day.

Our BluesI first met the devil ( Read more... )