Book Review: The Enthusiast
When I develop an interest in something, I generally go overboard. I don't just listen to R.E.M.'s albums, I know detailed information about the bootlegs I own. I have only…
My Kind of Team
When Maria and I saw "Date Night" in the theater a few months ago, one trailer in particular stood out. Sure, I immediately wanted to see the movie being advertised,…
Book Review: Less Than Zero
While searching for titles to read recently, I came across a new book by Brett Easton Ellis. Like a lot of people my age, I had read some of his…
Book Review: Mistress of Riversdale
One of the perks of working in publishing is that you might grab a book which would ordinarily not catch your attention. "The Mistress of Riversdale" definitely fits that bill.…
When I Was Young …
I admire Andrew Dana Hudson. A graduate from Fordham University last May, he moved to India for a writing job after having no luck finding work near his home in…
Knowing My Shelf Life
Most sports fans know that one of the saddest things you can ever witness is a great champion not knowing when it’s time to step aside.
Not many athletes step aside at the top of their game. The yearly intrigue of whether certain players will retire has almost become a punch line in some circles.
Yeah, I’m looking at you Brett Favre.
But these situations don’t always apply to the monied stars we see on television. Sometimes the guy who hangs around too long only lives in some niche universe where only a handful of fans understand the dilemma.
Then there are those who face this dilemma inside themselves. They only disappoint an audience of one when they can’t compete at the level they are accustomed to.
That’s how I felt one day last week on my family’s annual beach vacation. I realized that I might not have the chops to take on the kind of waves I used to in my younger days.
Pillow Talk
Ordinarily, I like change. I think fighting the inevitable flow of life simply makes people upset for no good reason.
Sometimes this means letting go of the things we hold near and dear to our hearts, but that’s the price we pay for living in this modern world. As with most things, however, there are exceptions.
Like my pillow.
Somehow over the past decade or so, my pillow has evolved from a source of comfort and rest to a floppy piece of fabric unfit for man or beast. The thing has lost any source of support.
I stuck by my old friend for a long time. I would fold him up to try and make a half-sized pillow that would meet my needs, but that never quite worked. More often than not, I ended up with an arm underneath the pillow for some support, which would kind of help me sleep, but always resulted in my arm falling asleep.
We have plans to buy a new bed because our current mattress has seen better days, but we started the process the other day by shopping for pillows.
I Wept
I have been thinking about how to write my review for Toy Story 3 for a few weeks now. Unfortunately, my friend Dave Lifton stole the minimalistic approach so I…
Apple of My Eye
Apparently Apple released some sort of new phone the other day. I think I heard about it because people were camped out in front of stores hours before they opened to get the new product.
I may be wrong though because I think these Apple people were camped out in front of stores a few weeks ago for something else new, something I heard described as just a really big phone without the phone capability.
So I didn’t know at first if they really had a new phone out or if these people had just missed the memo and showed up too late for the iPad thingamajig. Or maybe they just like spending the night in front of Apple stores.
Party Down and Out
The Internet has done some wonderful things for this world. We can instantly find out the answer to any question. We have many different ways to waste time. We can…