Doogie Howser was the first person I ever saw use a computer as a journal. Ricky from Silver Spoons was the first person I ever saw IMing with his crush. Gains today: Quite a few words written. A few stories read. I reread "A Clean, Well-Lighted Place" for the first time in many, many years. … Continue reading The Doogie Howser Portion of the Evening
The Lantern piece, which you can find here, was written a few years before I got to Ursinus. I was about 16, broken-hearted, and listening to a shit-ton of Beck.
This piece was published years ago in Geez. This is the first thing I ever had published in a print magazine. Easy Gods I carry extra weight and acne like battle scars and badges. I read this thing online the other night, something that Updike said after Kurt Cobain killed himself and everyone heard about … Continue reading Easy Gods
Today I finished The Crying of Lot 49. There are a few recent posts here about the themes of communication, miracle, and entropy, and of the imagery of the muted horn. Also read today: "How to Hear a Stutter" by Adam Giannelli in the latest Kenyon Review. A few lines really stood out. I won't … Continue reading Post Horns, Everywhere, Unmuted
This piece was published maybe 10 years ago at a venue that no longer exists. When I first started publishing short fiction, there were many new, experimental web journals. Many of them were very good. Many good ones still exist, but many are, as David Thomas might say, now ghost-towns. This piece also appeared in … Continue reading I Love You When You're Pretty
I really like what's going on in this story by Rolli. And I only just now caught the pun in her name.
Mine's Pac-Man. I did NOT know that Oregon Trail came out in 1971, or that Steve Wozniak and Steve Jobs created Breakout. Fun fact: If you call it Alleyway, you're probably my age. If you knew it first by its original name, you might be Joe Biden. Either way, they're both single-player Pong. What's yours?