“You Do You,” or the Xterra Ogden Triathlon
Hooooboy. It has been *such* a long time since I’ve written a race report. The last one I did was for another triathlon. I think it was two, three years ago. I was relatively fit then. I know this because…
What Do Editors Do, Anyway?
Over at one of my day jobs, I’m the nonfiction editor for the Tahoma Literary Review. I love it to pieces, even if sometimes the work makes my head spin. We read a lot of submissions over there, and we…
Some notes on “literary community” for writers
Sunday morning, grey out, and there are sooo many things on my mind, not the least of which is what feels like a metric ton of snot pressing on my sinuses. Sorry, Internet, but you needed to know what you’re…
What “Being On Book Tour” Means
Well. Hi there. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Sorry about that. Things have been a little cockadoodle, as they say in the dark hinterlands of my brain. I have had an amazing few months. But that also means I have…
A Real Wookie of a Father’s Day
I went to a high-school graduation the other week. The crowd was amped. The parents never stopped looking for their children, and when they picked them out among the sea of green or white gowns, there was frantic waving, shouting, and…
Snippets
It has been what feels like an obscenely long time since I’ve blogged. In the meantime, my book had its birthday and we had ten days’ worth of houseguests, and then I went to Seoul to participate in the Rotary…
Talking to People Who Talk to You Like You’re an Idiot
A long, long time ago–1997?–I was walking down Broadway on my way to work. At 8th street, I encountered a very angry woman in front of a science-fair-type posterboard covered in pictures of suffering domestic animals. They were horrible, and…
Biography of some blue jeans
Adopted ca 2006 from a consignment store in Chicago, on Southport. Meant to be “dressier” jeans due to original darker wash and stiffer denim. Heritage: “Made in the United States,” likely one of the last pairs of Luckys to carry…
Brain Flotsam from the past
Early this morning, while I was walking the dog, a kid on a bike with a loaded-down backpack rode by on the way to school. It recalled for me the sense I had on my own bike, riding the very…
A tiny little rant
Generally, it’d be time for a Brain Flotsam post. But today all I can think of are two radio advertising spots I heard early this morning as I drove my poor hound to have a fractured tooth extracted. (I am sure this…
