(This blog shall return.) However, the Love Boat of my life has hit an iceberg of Exciting and New and I must attend to the…
Some books I read because I think I should… (currently Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead — I’ve been self-describing as a Libertarian Sympathizer for long enough…
Taking the bait once again, I took a chance on Vampire Weekend. Hooked! I try to ignore the shout-outs scattered through my monthly deluge of…
Now that it’s February, I’m coming around on this one. Thy cynical side of me thinks that the Top-10 List is just a lazy way…
Reading a Graphic Novel is like watching a movie. Sometimes you care about the words. Sometimes the pictures tell the story. Sometimes the pictures and…
Since I can’t seem to finish the real posts I’ve been working on, here’s a few things I picked up from the latest Wired, posted…
“I snogged the drummer,” she said. “That’s cool!” I replied, “Uhh, isn’t it?” The conversation above was my second introduction to The Wildhearts. The first…
… but they don’t like to be alone with me.
I thought I would be, but no, I’m really not at all. By Golly, I think I like ’em! Reading about music is like a…
Hand over hand, bloody-knuckled, bedraggled, and panting, I’ve been climbing back into the habit of reading. I flat-out gave up on it a few years…