Category Archives: Living

Confessions of a Letter Writer

Dear Everyone, I really love writing letters. I say this even though, for the most part, I type them and, for the most part, I’ve written very few letters over the years.  Last year, for example, I wrote twenty-nine. Which, … Continue reading

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In the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

What happened was this: A person leaving the bar from point A (the bar’s parking lot) wanted to get to point B (the street directly across from the bar’s parking lot) by crossing Line C (Westheimer, a busy road).  They … Continue reading

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On Writing Derailments (and Kittens as the Cause Thereof)

Last week I finished up epilogue-ing THE UNDERGROUND EMPIRE OF JOSEPH WUNDERKIND and I’d totally give you a sample here except for the fact that it would be the ultimate in spoilers.  Instead, I give you kittens. There, now that … Continue reading

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On Celebrity

I don’t see much in the way of fame working at Poison Girl.  At one point, the bar was lauded for being the place where all the local rock stars hang out.  I guess that was true (and still might … Continue reading

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On the Inability of Convincing Anyone of Anything

Dear Angry Philosopher: Can you convince anyone of anything? Troubled in Toledo Dear Troubled: NO! *** Dear Angry Philosopher: Can you convince someone of something? Bedazzled in Brownsville Dear Bedazzled: Sometimes. I suppose. What is it exactly that you want … Continue reading

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On the Blog as We Know It Coming to an End

Today is the final day in the year-long experiment that was titled, naturally, A Year of Living Bloggily. I’ll start off with a song I recently fell in love with.  It reminds me of my friend Jason (he once gave … Continue reading

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On the Importance of an Agent Loving What You Love

Namely, that thing you’ve written that you call a novel.  That is a novel.  By all accounts and records, by all measurements and tests, that collection of words broken up into chapters that has a definite beginning and a definite … Continue reading

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On What is Broken Cannot Be Mended

I am writing this to you from the void.  My blog is broken through my own efforts, but mine own efforts cannot fix the problem (namely because I’m not such a techie and the blog and all requisite files are … Continue reading

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On Versions of Ourselves

At some point I learned that a person completely sheds their skin over a period of seven years, so that every seven years we are essentially a new person.  I don’t know when I learned this or whether it is, … Continue reading

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On Conspiracy Theories

Sometime last year, when I was still going to Empire Cafe (before they fired two of my friends in seemingly shady circumstances), I learned about chemtrails and the weaponization of the atmosphere.  And my mind was blown. At Empire, I … Continue reading

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