Black Swan Wading
Finding books, making connections, and creating memories at Black Swan Books, Lexington.
White Horses, Pink Elephants and Green Hippos
As I increase my experience and exposure to Paul Auster’s work, the more he is becoming one of my favorite authors. After finishing Travels in the Scriptorium, the addiction of desiring to read more of his work is evident. After reading Adam Gopnik’s wonderful, complex and at times arduous memoir Paris to the Moon, it was…
Heeding Neglect
It wasn’t until hours later when the police arrived to the scene. Depending on the people around, some may have called it a crime scene while others may have not have gone that far to classify it as something. Some may even have called it nothing. I would have preferred it if one guy called it “just…
What We Deserve
At the forefront of everything: It seems the consensus is that people are mixed with the second season of True Detective, which is also known as “California,” respectively after the location of the season. There aren’t any spoilers here, so if you’re looking for them, well, you should locate the IMDB or Wikipedia page. (There…
On Death
No, this is not as morbid as you think. No, you should not be concerned about my well-being. Proof: there is talk about a hunted penis. In regard to the cusp of my so-called returning to the WordPress world, while trying to catch up on everyone’s backdated posts — mayhaps it would be wise…
Loop
Life. There is nothing like waking up from another performance anxiety dream to really kick off another week of anticipated redundancy. It’s not a bad thing. Frankly, it’s similar to Groundhog’s Day, that Bill Murray gem from 1993. Every Monday, I get to start my progression over, and the effort lies with trying to make it…
How I’d Like Be Offed
For sure the worst ways to die, in my opinion would be: Zombie food: The thought of being ravaged by the undead would only be slow and obviously painful. Drowning: You’re aware that you’re lungs are being filled and you are unable to breathe. Fire: Another death that you’re aware that it’s happening. I’d rather…
