Should I be ashamed of my love for Juice Newton? Because whenever “Queen of Hearts” comes on the radio, I start rocking out all white-boy style while everybody else – and I mean, even the ubiquitous barroom 80’s guy – …
Red Line, Shady Grove. An empty train waiting for me at the Silver Spring stop, the morning commute already hot and sweaty. On my way into Union Station, I take a seat on the sun-side so I can watch an …
There’s no point to posting this on the front page, but…
I don’t mind the hordes of people. The busy city environment is easy to deal with. There’s a certain defeatism that settles in and allows you to just shut down and shuffle along with the herd. But DC isn’t a …
I struggle with many things every day. Chief among them: Gabrielle Anwar. Intense beauty? Or dried up, scary husk?
I can’t wait for certain people to leave my day job (or for me to leave). Every day I have these thoughts, as I go into the GS forums and post whatever blathering idiocy is infecting my brain. There’s a …
I hate this travel bug. Every morning I get off at Union Station in downtown DC and I wonder why I’m going to work. Why not just take off and go? Of course, all the departing trains are going to …
I had a dream about the guy over at Flaming Spinach last night. Not what you think. I was his landlord and the dream was more about the place I was renting. But, first, let’s talk about Potty Dog, since …
I can be found, quite often, defending DC. Born and raised, so you can’t blame me. But, sometimes, it can be a little difficult. I point a finger now at the Washington City Paper, our alleged “alternative” weekly written by …
A Friday Afternoon Attack on Some Girl I Don’t Know (and her bosses) Read more →
As part of my business, I subscribe to about 50 book review blogs. Partially to spam them with my books, and also to scan their content for past reviews. Because there’s no way of telling if they reviewed your book …