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Mission Semi-Impossible: Day Six: Subpar Weekend Edition

Words: 321Feelings: Hungoverness Sins: Avarice, baby. Nothing but Avarice. Fears: Rats, Drowning, Mad Cows, The Unbearable Lightness of Being Unproductive Thoughts: There comes a time, friends, when you need to let your hair down and cut loose, relax, open up the throttle, cut the rug, live the vida loca. And as I sat making...

Mission Semi-Impossible: Day Five: Subpar Weekend Edition

Words: 984Feeling: Dramatically Displayed Disgust. Sins: Sloth-like Avarice, Compulsive Gluttony Fears: I suffer from productivity hangovers, I need Ritalin badly but am too lazy to get tested for ADD, I will never get to the Seventh Operating Thetan Level of Scientology. Thoughts: Thinking isn’t exactly working out for me today. Look at the word...

Mission Semi-Impossible: Day Four

Random Editorial Sidenote: Look, I’m the first to admit that I don’t know anything about Phil Spector, or trials, or how “the law” works, but, judging strictly from the pics of him I’ve seen, I’m 100% sure he’s guilty of whatever he’s being accused of. In the book Blink, Malcolm Gladwell extolls the virtues...

Mission Semi-Impossible: Day Three

Brief Unrelated Sidenote: As a regular viewer of Elizabeth Hasselbeck “The View”, I feel it’s my duty as a journalist to relay the news that Rosie O’Donnell is leaving the show after only one year. Fox News is speculating that it’s because of obscene comments she made this week, while MSNBC made a clever...

Mission Semi-Impossible: Day Two

Words: 2216Feelings: Intense Periods of Motivation followed by Cravings for Applewood Smoked Bacon, Anger, Melancholy. Sins: Greed, Envy…Gluttony (see: Bacon, Applewood Smoked) (Tears For) Fears: That my butt muscles will cramp from lack of use, then atrophy, then cramp again, most likely while I’m sitting in a public place with my father. That I’m...

Mission Semi-Impossible: Day One

Words: 1743Feelings: Boredom, Nausea, A Sense that Something Cool is Happening Somewhere on the Internet and I’m Missing ItSins: Gluttony, SlothFears: Three pages don’t make any sense, might have changed one of main character’s last names mid-way through book without realizing, don’t understand why one character is always clapping in every scene he’s in....

On Hostess Fruit Pies, Jon Krakauer, and Backstories (That Suck)

The other day (that day being a Thursday), one of my friends told me the story of how he got into writing and journalism. It was an uplifting story involving an older, well-known writer for Newsweek, lavish praise, inspirational guidance and a pep talk from Mike Wallace of “60 Minutes”. I was impressed by...

On Editing, Jokes and Using the Word "Girded"

Introductory Sidenote: I am back in the United States, the land of freedom and patriotism and cars with automatic transmissions. There have been showers with good water pressure, washers AND dryers, and, inevitably, colors that don’t run. If you can’t tell, I’m very happy about this. So I was killing time in the Boston...

A Book I Sort of Understand

Introductory sidenote: In this blog entry, every word that I either had to look up because I didn’t know how to spell it or because I didn’t really know the definition, I’ve decided to put in bold. This will probably never happen again, so appreciate the brief foray into my ignorance revealed. As I’ve...

A Semi-Brief Clarification

Ok, wow. Judging from some of the comments I’ve received on the previous blog entry, I think there’s some confusion as to what the purpose of this blog both generally and as opposed to my column, and I feel the need to clarify. My column in WD follows my writing life. Usually (and i’ll...

The Perils of Google, Justin Timberlake and Cheetahs

Often, I google myself. I do this not just out of insecurity and a need to feel loved and appreciated but also because I want to– um, no, those are pretty much the reasons. But this is not always as fulfilling as I originally imagined it. First, there is the issue of my name....

The Friendship Situation

“It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear, Well, it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year. But, I’ll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour. I’ll be there for you, like I’ve been there before. I’ll be there for you, cause you’re there for me...

On Geniusocity

Warning: I was given one of those Coca Cola Blak coffee-Coke drinks for free by some promotion person right before I wrote this. Point being: Don’t drink Coa-Cola Blak. I took one of those online IQ tests that popped when I was trying to buy a used Fine Young Cannibals CDs online. It wasn’t...

Who Doesn't Like Book Lists?

Warning: This a rather aggressively lengthed post. The Scene: I am now in Istanbul in the first Internet cafe that had an American keyboard. It is warm here (maybe 60) and there are more cats in this city than in every musical cast combined of the contemporary musical Cats, which is to say somewhere...

Muses, British Big Brother and the Mysteries of Technology

Let me begin with a confession and an indisputable fact. Confession: I am bad with technology. I know this is not a startling confession, like admitting that, until I was 14, I slept with the lights on in my room (also true). My point in telling you this is to beg for your patience...

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Oh hello. Unless you unintentionally clicked on the link to my blog while searching for a place to post romantic poems to Kevin Alexander Clark-that sassy, pre-teen heartthrob drummer from School of Rock, I assume you know who I am. But in case you don´t, or you´ve decided to momentarily abandon your Kevin Alexander...