Monthly Archives: June 2009

Writing about music is tricky, and I’m not sure how well I’m managing. Paste Magazine writes smart, dynamic reviews, using vibrant language that wants to be read aloud, but sometimes I don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. Bright confusion in a paragraph can… Read more

The power in our neighborhood went out last night.  Even the streetlights.  It was not an eerie dark, probably because it’s summer, but certainly an all-consuming dark.  No hum of electronics, no murmur of fans.  Street noise, and the dogs tiptoeing through the apartment.

I’d… Read more

During junior high, I began sneaking out at night.  Sometimes just to walk around.  It freaked me out a little, the dark, and the wind through the trees, and the lean of shadows.  All the world asleep except a prowling girl.  In Hawaii for high… Read more

My favorite cafe on the South Hill closed last week.  No note to customers, no warning, when Brooke stopped by Saturday morning, they had the door propped open to load boxes into trucks, and were peeling their name off the window.  I know these are… Read more

What was the first album—the one that changed you—the one that gave you the sense that the world, and you, and all that you understood had been transformed?  For me, it was The Cure’s Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me. A boy had copied a tape… Read more

Last spring, this chick told me that she didn’t like the last Harry Potter book (Deathly Hallows) because Harry didn’t develop as a character, but stayed pretty much as he had always been.  Had she read the same book I had?  For me, the Harry… Read more

Until last spring, my grandparents lived in the same curious house in the same dead-end town of Lewisville, Arkansas.  As a child, I loved that house.  The dressing room off the master bath, and all the strange and wonderful powders and bottles and brushes.  I… Read more

A couple of weeks ago, I read this crazy article in the New York Times about teenagers texting.  On average, teenagers send something like 2500 texts a month.  This seemed preposterous to me.  Who has that kind of time?

Most of my clients have teenagers,… Read more

This weekend, while I was playing guitar, Gavin danced into the room, and spun a couple of sweet pirouettes, and then sang, “I’m a boy named Gavin, and I have a lotta lotta lotta lotta trains.”  And then he danced for a while, singing variations.… Read more

Experimental metafiction was in vogue while I was in graduate school.  At the time, it felt like the natural evolution to lazy writing.  I don’t really have a story here, so I’m just going to comment on the story, and maybe the reader won’t notice.… Read more