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Monthly Archives: January 2011

Someone Else’s Neuroses

Everything in my room was covered with a white, chalky, spotty film of what I can only think of as poison. It was on my accordion case, my alarm clock, my shoes. The floor was covered with dried puddles of varnish, poison, and dead bug bodies, which when handled indelicately would leave blackish-red smears of gore on the pale flooring. Bed bug freaking Vietnam.

Blank Textbooks

The textbook marketing and development process is rather like watching sausage get made. It’s an awareness that diminishes appetites.

Everything but country and rap

In conclusion: I am an insufferable music snob.