From the monthly archives:
A few weeks back, Devon Polderman dropped me a line regarding the whirling shit-storm of words that is “Analeigh VS. The Beam”, a story that I’d started a year before even enrolling in his class. He had been a fan of the story, something that confused me, as on one hand, I’d written something that [...]
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Because it’s been that kind of week.
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Post-Valentine’s melancholy here.
It’s an impossibility, I know, but there are still those plaintive moments where I wish that someone — an announcer, a game show host, a ref, someone, anyone — would have interrupted that first instance of social intercourse where Person A (me) met Person B (her) and said, “Mr. Woodruff, you could gain [...]
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Because really, I should.
I picked up Japandroids album Post-Nothing last week at Music Saves and have been listening to it almost non-stop ever since. I’ve got to stop myself from using words like “gushing” and “gleeful” to describe how I feel about this record, but it looks as if I have failed, considering how both [...]
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The song.
“That’s what you’re holding on to,” she said. “It’s a capricious hope.”
He grunted. “I don’t know what that word means.”
“Capricious? It means whimsical and flighty.”
“I know what capricious means. The other word — hope. What’s that?”
A snort into the receiver. “Ha ha. That was actually pretty funny.”
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