I’ve probably mentioned before that as a little kid I used to make tapes of a pretend radio station called “K23: Greek music, relaxing hits, and information” (the station ID I delivered in an abrasively singsong tone). I conducted make-believe interviews, gave talk-radio-style commentary, improvised commercials where I hollered about products being on sale for... Continue Reading →
The first time I ever heard the music of Chan Marshall (better known as Cat Power), an old friend had sat me down in front of V for Vendetta (the 2005 film) to study my reaction to its moral ambiguity. We were in our early-mid twenties, just reunited after several years, and he’d deliberately eschewed... Continue Reading →
A couple years ago I bought a vintage trunk and stored some old accomplishments away in it. I dragged it out today and went through a thick pile of papers from college and grad school. I had saved surviving things from those days indiscriminately. But as I leafed through them today, it seemed clear to... Continue Reading →
[[Currently listening to: Magnetic Fields - Realism (a recent local music store find). It's not quite like anything else I've heard. I think I'm digging it.]]I've practically made a pastime out of bitching about working in a call center. But now, for something completely different. Truth is, if I ever get out of here, I... Continue Reading →
A couple reflections on the delicate thing that is self-perception. Since I began wearing wigs for universal autoimmune hair loss in 2017, I have consistently maintained a strict visual delineation between my work self and my, shall we say, unshackled self. Yes, there are practical reasons that one’s work wig of choice might be plainer,... Continue Reading →
The Sold Kingdom 