This blog still exists, by the way. This isn’t a conscious decision to never blog again, but the combined product of possibly the busiest year of my life and some factors therein that haven’t seemed to lend themselves to public…
Tag: A Day in the Life
Feasting and Dancing in Jerusalem Next Year
One of the few things I forgot to post about the Weakerthans concert set in New York last month was how good the warmup music was. I don’t mean the opening bands, which were hit-and-miss, though Said the Whale the…
Homecoming
“And I love this place the enormous sky and the faces, hands that I’m haunted by so why can’t I forgive these buildings these frameworks labeled home” -Weakerthans, “This is a Fire Door Never Leave Open” Anything becomes rote if…
The Impending Class War
I’ve spent a reasonably large chunk of the last week shuttling myself to New York City to see one of my favorite bands, the Weakerthans, play all four of their studio albums on four successive nights. This may not mean…
Indeterminate
It’s been a week. I realize, increasingly, that this space is a good inverse litmus test of some combination of how overtly busy I am combined with how ruminative I’m feeling about my life in general. While ideas and thoughts…
Too Much Space
My soul hurts today. I wonder whether YouTube or this blog will last longer. One would think that by the time this question needed answering, the answer wouldn’t much matter. But then again, there are times when Angelfire would have…
A Thought
I don’t think there’s a more devastating or demoralizing conviction a person can have than that their best years are behind them. People are extremely adaptable. They will go through almost any contortion to convince themselves to have more hope…
Rubber Soul
Emily bought us this doormat when we moved to Princeton that was bright and colorful and springy. It was made out of little cut up bits of foam-rubber flip-flops that had been recycled somehow. They were tied together with little…
Shadow Puppetry
Standing in the shower this morning, feeling the comforting jet of enveloping hot water as I was waiting for inspiration to strike on today’s Duck and Cover (didn’t happen till later), inspiration struck me on an entirely different matter. The…
On Superstition
One of my debaters asked me last weekend whether I was superstitious. It was a good question. I reflexively answered that I wasn’t, but then he started talking about debate superstitions about writing on the board and how and who…