Monthly Archives: August 2017

“You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it means.” – Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride There’s a lot of talk these days about “anarchists” doing this or that. There must be a lot of … Continue reading →

All of my favorite writers are white men. This is somewhat disturbing to me, but not enough that I’m ashamed to say it. After all, the literary tradition of the entire western world has been dominated—as have all other facets … Continue reading →

You can say that something recorded is dead, and I would sit and listen to you expound for awhile. The heartbeat of music, of culture, as a celebration and witness of life in all its miraculous wonder, this is where … Continue reading →

In my life, I’ve had issues arise between myself and close friends because of questionable sexual behavior. Clearly established moral and ethical boundaries were dishonored and violated. Relationships were strained and stained, some were cut off or put on indefinite … Continue reading →

Straight to the point: cell phone technology has brought a whole new layer of drama and bullshit to every romantic relationship I’ve been in. Background information that will help the reader understand where I’m coming from: I am not down … Continue reading →

I’ve been binging on Hellboy comics the last few days–what a marvelous series! I have the first 10 or so books, and every few years I go through and read them again. So, I currently have a head full of … Continue reading →

One of the earliest lessons I ever learned regarding the, shall we say, eccentricities of our social environment came when I was in the seventh or eight grade. It happened in Physical Education, which like everything else in school has … Continue reading →