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Orwell’s onto something

At the suggestion of a friend that happens to work as a copywriter, I read George Orwell’s essay, “Politics & English Language.” Then I read through it a few more times, just to make sure I was judging myself harshly enough. It’s clear that Orwell is not tooling around on the topic of poorly constructed

Back to the root of the problem

I’ve been in a funk lately. Not a real funk per se, but the kind that makes taking the thoughts in my head and turning them into words on paper feel impossible. I write posts for places I am responsible for updating, respond to correspondence on as as-needed basis and throw my hands up at

FOM #6: Henry Rollins

I don’t even care if this man really is a 47-year-old self-hating homosexual (yeah, that’s the rumor)–he’s hot. Moreover, he’s a complete jerk that writes about his inability to form a functional emotional bond with women. Obviously he is exactly my type. Do you know what these sweaty pits tell me? He is a man!

Punk Rock love story = big hoax

I get all my best ideas of things to write about when I’m stuck in traffic on the 101. Of course I can’t take notes while I’m driving, so all my genius moments are lost amid headlights and angry commuters. I was thinking today about the novel I started almost two years ago, and lost