May 2013
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“I gazed up at the starry sky, and it seemed as alien to me as I do to myself.”
– Werner Herzog, Conquest of the Useless
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eush asked: What's the last book you read that you liked?
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braincooksidea asked: What kind of soundtrack would you use to power yourself through finishing up a research proposal, due tonight?
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embracingthelost asked: Do you have a favorite book? And, because that's a loaded question, maybe you just limit it to a favorite author or genre? Which book/author was it that inspired you to start writing in the first place?
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aslightcase asked: How much do you love me?
I AM IN A HOTEL
So, at commercial breaks during the Rangers game, I will answer the first few (i.e. one or two or maybe three) things that show up in my askbox.
This never ends well.
April 2013
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down the rabbit hole
Writing good fiction requires good research.
Sometimes that research leads you to places you’d least expect.
And sometimes those places lead to still other places. Darker places. Hidden places. Places where you get lost and wander and begin to wonder what is real and what isn’t and no this can’t possibly be true because that would change everything you thought was real and these are only...
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“Of all the super heroes,
the strangest one by far,
doesn’t have a special...”
– Tim Burton, Stain Boy
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“What y’all thought y’all wasn’t gon’ see me?
I’m...”
– Margaret Atwood
Tumblr seems to have done that random unfollow...
So if I’ve unfollowed you in the past couple of weeks or so, it wasn’t intentional. Drop me a note and I’ll refollow. Sorry!
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Go home, world. You're drunk.
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“Across that midnight landscape he rides with his toppling burden of despair and...”
– Loren Eiseley, from his essay “Strangeness in the Proportion” in The Night Country.
ALL OF THE WELTSCHMERZ
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“I’m going to need a SWAT team ready to mobilize, street-level maps...”
– Doctor Who, The Impossible Astronaut
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My morning so far
Waking at an ungodly hour, disoriented in a rural hotel. Coffee, Wittgenstein and Galileo and Lenny Bruce, idle chatter, overdue responses, choosing shoes, eating bad muffins, eight paragraphs of consciousness, two lines of sorrow, one signature with a fountain pen, EPR paradoxes finding their way into the macro world, a quick photograph, not enough stretching, an unexpected gift, pondering,...
Dear cancer and suicide,
If you could stop taking my friends away from me, that’d be great.
Hugs, Tony
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Just because I can string a bunch of words...
In other words, I am not nearly as learned as I think I am, nor as smart as I wish I were.
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“In this box are all the words I know,” he said. “Most of them you will never...”
– King Azaz
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The potential for disaster was growing, and yet Daniel couldn’t find enough reason in the situation at hand to leave the confines of the bathtub. Empires rise, empires fall, but the bath is everlasting. Never in the history of the Western world had so much ridden on a man immersed in forty gallons of hot water.
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