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So I’ve given up all hope
of saying anything really important anymore on this blog. If I think too much about it — whether “it” is writing, thoughts about a book, movie, etc., or people (you know who you are) — then I write nothing. Instead, … Continue reading
On Anniversaries and Their Anniversaries
June 1, 2006 That’s my first post, don’t wear it out. If you want to read it, such as it is, click here. I’m not sure why I started this blog. And, in deference to accuracy in historical representations, I … Continue reading
Posted in Living, Writing
Tagged A Year of Living Bloggily, City of Regret, Definitely not Cyrano, Writing
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On Coming of Age
I didn’t have sex until I was twenty-six. Most people think of sex as a coming-of-age event, that moment when you become a man (or a woman, though not in my case). When I tell people that I didn’t have … Continue reading
On the Origin of Bad Movie Love
And though you might think this will be a treatise on the origin of the author’s fondness for terrible movies, that installment was last week, and you should travel back in time to find it. For this post we’ll be … Continue reading
On Being Nineteen
It was a very good year. It must’ve been, because, frankly, I don’t remember it at all. Did I mention that for “Oedipus and the Sphinx” I was playing nineteen? [Nineteen what? –ed.] I was playing a nineteen-year-old, and though … Continue reading
Posted in Living, Theater
Tagged A Year of Living Bloggily, Definitely not Cyrano, Linguistic Experiments: Theater
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Why do we always come here? I guess we’ll never know.
I’m a sucker for music, just as I’m a whore for beauty. The Connells always make me feel better, and I love their songs (most of them), even though I find them difficult to recommend to other people. When I … Continue reading