Bikes, Books, and Bullshit.

It’s been a busy few months, personally, professionally, socially, bike-ally.

I’ve got a copy of John Ashbery’s Some Trees on my phone, that I sometimes pick at while waiting for a train if I do not have another phone-book going.

When I lived in St.

There are good reasons why you might want to be able to run asciidocr on your phone.

The last time I was working on a novel manuscript I wasn’t thinking as much about it as a product that will need to be somehow sold as I was just trying to get the fucking thing done.

The advantage I had going into the conference this year was coming in already exhausted and a day and a half late.

I’ve honestly lost count of how many times David and I have sat down to talk about some new book of his, but it’s hard to have too much of a good thing!

While I announced this only to myself, my intention was to post weekly on Wednesdays, hearkening back in some small way to the "Wednesday Weekly Recommended Reading" series that I originally conceived of as a kind of backbone support to whatever else I mi…

Every few years my wife will — I think jokingly — threaten divorce if I still haven’t read some classic or other that she she loves and deems important that I read.

This was not the post I had meant to write today, nor is it particularly realized or complete, but as I am practicing finishing things, I think this will do.