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I couldn’t come up with the alternative Seven Dwarves’ names on my own, so I asked various family members–all who live in trailers in east Texas–to help me out. Here’s what we came up with: Bobcat Jesus – because bobcat… more ›
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David + David’s Boomtown is not the kind of cassette you want to have in your pickup truck as you peel out of the gravelly parking lot of some abandoned grocery store after getting stoned and picking a fight with… more ›
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To contribute to Project Blog It today, I decided to post an excerpt from a book I’ve been writing over the past few years based on the journal I kept during the time I lived in Ukraine: Saturday, June 10,… more ›
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I cried a tear.You wiped it dry.I was confused.You cleared my mind.I sold my soul.You bought it back for me.And raised me upAnd gave me dignity.Somehow you needed me. Thus begins this 1979 K-Tel compilation of pop ballads. Reflections is… more ›
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I came up with the idea for this latest series a couple of weeks ago when I realized just how many cassettes I have stored away in my living room closet. Then yesterday, the New York Times published an article… more ›
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Holed up in this hole of a hotel all day has allowed me to transcend my normal, everyday sort of asocial behavior and arrive at a point of pure misanthropy. There’s nothing like one angry night in a strange bed… more ›
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What can the word “friend” mean after Facebook, where it is really a synonym for “coincidence”? Verlyn Klinkenborg’s recent editorial in the New York Times is necessary brilliance and should be required reading–only so that you can later meditate upon… more ›
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So this is what an afternoon with no coffee feels like. My latest attempt to counter my sometimes-overwhelming insomnia has been to cut back on coffee, effectively eliminating the best coffee of the day: afternoon coffee. I have also forced… more ›
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“Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanlinessAnd cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me.”–Smashing Pumpkins’ “Zero” I am wholly incapable of describing my g*d for my g*d de-scribes my all-in-all-actuality-as-possibility. The only g*d worthy of that name—as… more ›