I followed my father down the hill because I liked the terrier, which was a sweet old yellow thing, and because I thought Rene might be sad. I thought it would be nice for him to have a friend there in case he was. Even at that young age I turned to my friends in sadness before anyone else, and I figured it was the same for everyone, and would almost certainly be the case for boys with evil mothers.
Joe: You can’t have an overabundance of earthquakes. One is too much.
One earthquake is an overabundance.
1:07 PM me: But they are tiny adorable earthquakes!
Joe: And earthquakes don’t abound.
I don’t think you can have an overabundance of anything that isn’t a physical thing.
Can you have a surfeit of wind?
ANSWER ME THAT MOTHERFUCKER
(The last in a series I did for Quorum Report in January.) On Wednesday we turned south and headed for Georgia. When we were planning our trip we figured that if we were driving all the way to Washington, we should not come straight back if we did not have to. I wanted a different …
After a long time on the road we finally reached Ashburn, Virginia on Monday afternoon. We had made lunch plans with our friends who flew in from Texas and would be staying with us during the inauguration, but that was before being waylaid by weather in Wytheville, Virginia. What happened instead was that they made …
His generational self-awareness was an odd dichotomy: a young man, well-read and cognizant of current events, aware of what is expected of people his age and content to deliver no more than that with notes of a detached, disaffected regret.
( I have rescued the first two paragraphs of this from something I wrote last summer, something begun and never finished. The rest is likewise not a real narrative but rather a collection of stuff, much of which is from a notebook I’ve been writing tiny bits in since last century. It is leather-bound and …
And sometimes you have to pack up both of your roommates – Danny the gay singer-songwriter from a Mormon Army family in Utah who looked and sounded like Elton John; and Jay, the CrackerBaller, the white Tupac / King Diamond expert in the mail-order KOOL baseball jersey who said he was from Detroit but was really from Sterling Heights – and go to the 99 Joints album release party in some gutterflat in Allston. Here you proceed to meet some new people, you see that cellist you think is really hot, and then, somehow, you end up dancing on a kitchen island to “The Big Payback” by James Brown at 3 in the morning, all the hours since midnight a black blur.