Replicating success: “Where do you see yourself in ten years?” The beer: Harpoon Celtic Red Ale The headline: “Can you picture what will be?” – Doors, “The End” The commentary: (Continued.) Captain Beefheart’s “Bills Corpse” is a missed opportunity, sure, but Trout Mask Replica and its collection of bush recordings get plenty of love in […]
I’ve been trying to pronounce “bloganuary” for a damn month.
So far in 2024 I’ve completed five books, which (according to Goodreads math) puts me two ahead of schedule toward a goal of forty-five. (Technically, I started Melissa Maerz’s five-star—of course—Alright, Alright, Alright: The Oral History of Richard Linklater’s Dazed and Confused at the end of December.) I sometimes read two at a time, pairing […]
Resurrecting, for some reason, an effort to chronicle every book I’ve read since The Lord of the Rings in the spring of 2017. This serves as an extension of my participation in what I labeled the Old Lady Book Club. Part 1 (2017) | Part 2 (2018) | Part 3 (2019) | Part 4 (2020) | Part 5 (2021) | Part 6 (2022) | “Selected readings from […]
The game: Jets at Patriots The beer: Great Marsh Classic Milk Stout The result: Loss, 17–3 The method: NFL+ The record: 4–13 The headline: “It couldn’t adapt so it couldn’t survive.” – Adverts, “Great British Mistake” The commentary: “Fire Belichick.” It’s been a WordPress tag since October 2021—that writer is pissed—and a sentiment for longer, […]
First of all it would read, not say. Come on. Years ago I was browsing stock imagery and stumbled across one of what appeared to be a family of tennis players. This photo is two kinds of gonzo—it’s so specific and staged and weird, but also nowhere to be found on the internet any longer. […]
The game: Patriots at Bills The beer: Hopothecary Sweepnman’s Flu(e) Fix Red Ale The result: Loss, 27–21 The method: Live via Paramount+ The record: 4–12 The headline: “They won’t come around—your king’s a cunt.” – Osees, “Intercepted Message” The commentary: First, I apologize for the four-letter-est of the four-letter words. It’s what a four- or […]
I don’t know, what was your first car, and who was the childhood best friend you picked up on the way to high school—called what now?—and then your first job—doing what now?—and, later, the football game to cheer on the fighting… whozits? There is daily-prompt transparency, there is identity-theft transparency and there is whatever the […]
The game: Patriots at Broncos The beer: Riverwalk Peppermint Mocha Porter The result: Win, 26–23 The method: NFL+ The record: 4–11 The headline: “Shit a brick! Drive me crazy! Outta my mind!” – Pussy Galore, “Brick” The commentary: The doink of all doinks—biblically loud to the point of absurdity, betraying either a microphone buried inside […]
It’s my job. Also, I can’t settle on which colors I like best for the blog, which is part of the goddamn creative process forever and ever. These beer-and-football “diary mission statement” playlists don’t write themselves, either. This Patriot season’s reads like bewilderment.
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