January 2009
7 posts
The Portrait of a Writer as a Mid-Existential...
The notion of autobiography in one’s work is big, I think, and big to the point that it warrants a frequent turning over in an author’s head.
I’ve been careful to stay away from bingeing on Ellis recently, because I don’t want his voice to inform my work - we’re already naturally too close, I think. While I’ve completely ignored my own caveat and had my nose...
Do You Bite Your Thumb at Me, Sir?
Apparently, I am missing the psychic gene. Or, rather, this is the gist of conversation that resulted from a conversation with the Medford parking clerk last night.
Due to an unfortunate event of neighbor-driveway claimstaking (into which I do not wish to get), I had to leave my poor, newly 75,000 miled, power steering belt-squeaking car on Boston Avenue overnight on Friday. I am not an...
Okay, perhaps it’s just me, but I’m a little sick of seeing my president as a ninja action figure, or on the face of Jesus as a dashboard bobble-head. Stand back and let the guy do his job, please.
Looks like I’m going to be shooting the cover artwork for the Daniel Striped Tiger/Teenage Cool Kids split 7”. This is excellent, awesome news.
Note to self: if I ever become a writing teacher, reinforce the difference between “over” and “more than” to my students. Factories that manufacture red pens will totally blame the decline of their business on me.
And God, It Just Feels So Good
One: Writing a song in full for the first time since I was probably fifteen. We’re tracking a second guitar on the practice track, and I’ll write the lyrics and vocal line. I can’t remember the last time I smiled so sincerely, so brilliantly.
Two: Interacting with the manuscript one-on-one for several hours straight, and adding all edits and new thoughts. It honestly halts me...
Shima Yisrael
It’s been a while since I’ve updated, mostly due to the fact that I’ve been - quite literally - all over the world and haven’t had a moment to settle.
Over break, I ventured to Israel on Birthright. The idea is kind of daunting: forty college-aged Jews - strangers - on a bus together for nearly two weeks. I was pleasantly surprised at how well the situation turned out....