After coming to the conclusion that I hate cigarettes, I quit. They’re bullies, they’re gross, they inconvenience everyone, they’re expensive. The list goes on and on and on. It’s something only now I’m realizing: That my knowledge of these detriments has always had a “Yea, but…” attached to it. But, anymore, I’m so sick of […]Read More I quit.
What I love most about Thomas Pynchon is that everything he writes revolves around stuffing everything he knows about life into one work. David Foster Wallace and Infinite Jest. Don DeLillo and Underworld. PT Anderson and magnolia. David Lynch and Inland Empire. For most creatives, this type of work is a one off. For Pynchon, […]Read More Bleeding Edge Review
[Sometimes, there are songs that are so deeply infectious and fun that you just can’t say no to them despite what your judgment screaming out “This is Christawful! What are you thinking!” This is one of them] If you’ve ever listened to a Dodgers game on the radio, you’ll know they play some weird-ass shit sometimes […]Read More My Pleasure, It’s Guilty: “Thumbs” by Sabrina Carpenter