What’s In Gillian Welch’s Hope Chest

I keep thinking of my two Americas, which may or may not align with Edwards’, though I doubt it, because, for all of Edwards’ faults, he’s sincere and not at all pained by being so.  My two Americas are Walt Whitman’s America versus The America of Dudes With their Blow-Dried Full Heads of Hair Parted [...]

Could This Day Be Any Weirder?

Well, so the reason my luggage hasn’t arrived is that my key worked, just once, but once is enough to let me in, in room 1920.  I am staying in 1921.  So, there I was, over in 1920, going to the bathroom, trying to order room service, just basically waiting around for the panic to [...]

The Only Bright Spot in this Day Was My Vodou Practicing Cab Driver

Let’s have a quiz. The first person to answer correctly gets to come here and get me right the fuck now.
Okay, here’s the only question on this quiz.
1. Why didn’t the Professor get a frantic hysterical call from me in the Montreal airport?
So, where to start?
First of all, fuck you to the architect [...]