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“Hello?” “Yo, what’s up?” “What’s up, man?” “Nothing.” “So, what have you got?” “You know I’ve got something?” “Every week. Like clockwork.” “I guess there is one thing.” “Let’s hear it.” “So, this lady at work, she’s the assistant for our group and handles all the administrative tasks.” “Like an administrative assistant?” “Yeah, pretty much. ... Continue Reading →
The Nineties by Chuck Klosterman Subtitled “A Book”, this latest installment from Chuck Klosterman is a periodic account of the 1990s with a particular focus on the cultural relevance of the historical events of the decade. He examines the significant elements of the time and illustrates how they were perceived in real time, rather than... Continue Reading →
Throughout my life, I’ve allowed fear to cheat me of opportunities more times than I could count. I’ve repeatedly failed to maximize circumstances because I assumed everyone else knew what they were doing in situations where I had no clue. I was embarrassed to admit my ignorance or to appear naive. I was afraid to... Continue Reading →
“Hello?” “Hey”. “Hey. What’s up?” “Nothing. So, tell me this, do you delete stuff?” “What?” “Do you regularly delete stuff?” “Like what?” “Things on your phone. Like emails or texts.” “No, not really. Why?” “Exactly. No one does.” “Are you just trying to get confirmation on that?” “No. My point is that no one ever... Continue Reading →
Women by Charles Bukowski“Women” is novel by Charles Bukowski that follows the life of his alter-ego character, Henry Chinaski. Chinaski’s life largely mirrors Bukowski’s own. He’s an alcoholic writer who survives through on deadend jobs, however, his luck begins to change in “Women” as he starts to enjoy some moderate success as a writer and... Continue Reading →
There is a point on Saturday afternoon when the world is perfect. Around 3:00, when the kids are playing in the yard and after the day’s agenda is complete, there is a peace in my life that exists at no other time. While there is a freedom to a Friday evening and there’s a calm... Continue Reading →
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