I realized that yesterday, I went into very little specifics about what I saw at the con. This is not due to some blindness or memory lapse on my part but rather the nature of my particular interest. For me, the con was less a fact-finding mission to glean secrets profound about anything than it was all about the journey, the experience mentally, physically, and metaphysically, in the con itself.
Read the full post >>For reasons I can’t fathom, I never read Hunter S. Thompson. Any of it. I don’t know why. I just never got around to it. Well, finally, after watching two Thompson documentaries over last weekend, I find myself staring at a copy of the Modern Library’s volume of Fear & Loathing.
Read the full post >>Sometimes you just know you’re getting sick. I knew it the moment I woke up this morning. There was a rough patch at the back of my throat that scraped like sandpaper at every inhaled breath, every sip sip and swallow. I took what precautions I could but as I walked home this evening in [...]
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