Oh, God, I want to talk to someone. I want to talk to somebody so bad.
Wally looked me up this week and said we should go meet his publisher friend, who lives in the far eastern wilds of Descanso. Read more
Egyptians used to bury their dead kings in a room filled with the royal’s favorite effects. Weapons, furniture, games, jewelry, even food; the king’s chamber must have looked like a consignment shop. In case he woke up to the afterlife disoriented, there were drawings on the walls to remind him of what to do with all the stuff they’d left for him.
An American expat talks about faith, Stockholm syndrome, and how a country can become your church.
Two words I hate: “amazing,” and “stressful.” In themselves, they are inoffensive, but their present cultural ubiquity has made them hateful, like the Ugg boot or the shape of modern two-door sedans.
So you’ll understand that it’s no light statement for me to tell you that today was amazingly stressful. Read more
An insurance salesman talks about metronomes, friendship, and reasons not to be a rock star. Read more
Not five minutes into the drive home and I begin to scream.