Here’s the thing; It’s enough work for me to feel something, let alone think about the feeling, then describe the thoughts about the feeling, then transform the words that describe the thoughts about the feeling into some kind of structure, some kind of vehicle that can transport another person, make them somehow share the thoughts … Read more
This boy did not have headphones, but he did have an old-fashioned boom box that was so big that he pulled it down the street on what looked like one of those luggage dollies people use at the airport. The sound this boy pulled behind him was bigger than the boom box. Pigeons scattered and … Read more
Coming out of the black hole that was the cancellation of UFC 151, the fight organization had at least one interesting thing going for it: the ascension of light-heavyweight champion Jon Jones as a legitimate sports villain.
No Rest Until Income Sleep is no release for the unemployed, The worry still comes in and the body Tosses and turns, it knows it will be hungry, Protestant ethics swarm over and try To convert me to the twilight creed That rest is for those worthy of being weary And slumber is a luxury … Read more
I’m sure there’s a term, probably coined by Jonathan Lethem, that describes the feeling you get when you see a live musician do the things that allow their music to come forth. As in, manipulate their instrument, whether “instrument” means voicebox, turntables, or standup bass.
So I’m at the Electric Daisy Carnival Recovery Party, some kind of party for the people, and I hear that one of my buildings, the Treasure Island Theatre, is an official sponsor, but I don’t care. I need to find my secretary so she’ll get me tickets so I can take this girl I’m talking … Read more