The Two-Fingered Typist

My writing posture might not pass an ergonomist’s test of fitness, but two-fingered typism keeps the ideas flowing in a season of life defined by confinements and confined by realignments. And I have David Sedaris to thank.

Thanks for Nothing

The problem I have with Reflexive Thankfulness Mandates is the problem I have with all blanket religio-socio mandates: they seem engineered to encourage complacency. What if the correct response, upon assessing one’s station in life, is not thankfulness, but hostility and disappointment?

Catch You Later?

I came to Catcher in the Rye late in life, all things considered. But I’d always had a rebellious streak, just like the novel’s salty anti-hero. What wouldn’t there be to like? Quite a whole lot, as it turns out.

I'm Just Not Following

Is social media reciprocity really ever owed? Are the folks you connect with via digital platforms actually your friends, or is it all just posturing and empty Phony-ism? Let’s dissect the messy, mixed-up business of digital tit for tat.

Smells (Sorta) Like Teen Spirit

Really Good Art feels almost suspiciously true and accurate in a way that can engender great discomfort in the creator. What are we to make of creative work that seems to come through us more than from us?

Finding Your Golden Thread

Mediums matter, but the key to unlocking true creative potential lies in finding a subject or niche you’d be happy to spend the rest of your life exploring. Let’s talk about the magic of Golden Thread.

Trust Fall

How do you trust strangers, when strangers have proven themselves so deeply unworthy of trust? This is the greatest paradox of the Pandemic.