In the end, Breath, Eyes, Memory turns out to be one of those disappointing books that is much less than the sum of its parts. I suspect much of the praise it received stemmed more from American fascination with youth and “exotic” cultures than from its modest artistic merits. Danticat is talented, without a doubt,
The Buffalo Bills have been my second favorite NFL team ever since Jim Kelly came over from the USFL’s Houston Gamblers in 1986, eventually leading them to four consecutive heartbreaking Super Bowls in the early 90’s. WIth the Jets sucking for much of that time – from the latter years of the Joe Walton era
Charles Bukowski and I share a birthday. So does Madonna. Frank & Kathie Lee Gifford. Yes, both of them. Elvis died on my birthday. The roller coaster was patented on my birthday. Such seemingly random events occuring on August 16th explains a lot. I’m having trouble grasping the idea of being 34 years old, though.
Devouring Comics
Whenever I find a new passion – whether person, place or thing – I tend to throw myself into it 120%. Having cleared my plate of the administrative responsibilities (and psychological baggage) of running a little bit louder, comic books have quickly and completely rushed in to fill the void. I am so hooked! Finished
Today, I made my first ever contribution to a political candidate. Dennis Kucinich pulled second place in MoveOn’s primary and is staying in the race for the Democratic nod. Seems he’s crossed the $1 million dollar contribution line that the media uses to separate the legitimate from the fringe. Not bad for someone not even
Today is the the first anniversary of my official appointment as a financial advisor with American Express. What a difference a year makes! Swung by the office on Saturday night while we were in Virginia, fully expecting to see at least one poor soul still working but, to my surprise, everyone was gone. They finally
It’s been a hectic week since last I checked in and I’m tired and sore as hell. The move is pretty much done. Painted and assembled on Friday; drove to Virginia through steady rain on Saturday; hung out in Norfolk on Saturday night; loaded the truck and drove back on Sunday; moved it all in
Smallville is the best dramatic adaptation of a comic book to ever appear on TV. Don’t hate, appreciate. Just started watching it again a few weeks ago after missing the latter half of the first season and the first half of this season and what they’ve managed to develop over that time makes for one
Welcome to the next edition of getting to know your friends. What you’re supposed to do is copy (not forward) this entire e-mail and paste it nto a new e-mail that you’ll send. Change all of the answers so they apply to you. Then, send this to a whole bunch of people you know *INCLUDING*
Josh Gracin. Why does this twangy fool irritate me so? I’ve been Googling him to get some more information on his status and it’s all annoyingly vague and largely supportive. It’s disgusting that this guy is living it up in a mansion in the Hollywood Hills, “pursuing his dream,” supposedly using his leave-time to remain