What I Think About When I Should Be Writing...

You’ve played the Great Gatsby video game right? Where you...

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 11:40:58 -0500

You’ve played the Great Gatsby video game right? Where you get to slay enemies by flinging Nick Carroway’s fedora at them and collect glowing martini glasses for bonus points? You must.

"Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal."

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 14:42:03 -0500

“Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal.”

- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via Rebecca Joines Schinsky)

13 April 2011: A maddening crowd of one...

Thu, 14 Apr 2011 00:39:16 -0400

Assignment: None. Between assignments. Between jobs. Feeling a little at loose ends. In those situations, writing always makes me feel a bit less lost.

Where my head went:

BOMB Magazine
When you don’t know whom they’re talking about.
AC/DC
Alone v. Together in LA

Why?

I was reading an old issue of BOMB today in an attempt (a failed one) to get through a pile of unread magazines. I had about two interviews left to read so brought the magazine on a walk to my neighborhood bookstore. While sitting on a stool and reading both pieces, I realized I a) hadn’t heard of any of the 4 artists speaking to one another and b) no matter what they said, I’d finish reading with the same sentiment.

“Hmm, perhaps I should learn more about these artists I’ve never heard of”

So I stopped reading and left the magazine in a nearby recycling bin.

On the way home, I found myself listening to AC/DC’s rather newish track “Rock n’ Roll Train.” It naturally sounds like every other AC/DC song in creation which means a) thundering b) stupid and c) absolutely wonderful because of it. I remembered the Slate Culture Gabfest had endorsed AC/DC this week which made me feel great.

When that happened, I recited to myself a little speech I like to give doubters about The Thunder from Down Under.

“When AC/DC started recording in 1974, they invented chocolate cake. And for the past 40 years, they’ve just kept making chocolate cake. It’s not nourishing, it’s far from original but, who can argue with chocolate cake?”

I’m headed to Los Angeles on Sunday. I haven’t been in a good 4 years and I have many friends I’d like to visit with and places and things I’d like to see. I’d also like to have some time to myself to write and think. But this is a very odd, in-between-stage of life for me and I often drive myself batty when I dwell on it. I tend to lead in with thinking I need a silent retreat or something, I don’t get it then everything turns out fine anyway.

Trouble with being both cerebral and loving people, me thinks.

12 February 2011. Talking about Doing

Sat, 12 Feb 2011 21:10:23 -0500

Assignment: Various dogsbody tasks.

Where my head went:

Skewed Subject News.
F. Scott Fitzgerald v. The Bridge of San Luis Rey
Career Heroes
Futzing v. Writing

Why? I had this idea on a walk a few days ago that a funny blog/podcast/something would be asking hackneyed questions about current events and answering them with a completely unrelated answer.

Let’s try.

Q: What do you think about the revolution in Egypt?

A: Egypt is revolving? Good for it. That lard butt needed to lose some around the torso!

Skewed Subject News is the title I came up with which I don’t think is very good, even for a first effort.

Recall last time we spoke of New Year’s Resolutions (yes, it’s been that long. I must repent) and mine to prioritize the reading of books by friends and to drill down into an author’s bibliography instead of my sluttier style of grabbing this book and that one and oh that looks fun! So around Christmas time, I finished reading The Great Gatsby and figured, time to drill down into Fiztgerald and set Tender is the Night on top of Mt. To-Be-Read.

Tender is the Night is 320 pages. The Bridge of San Luis Rey, another classic I’d like to read is 116. The lure of finishing something is a seductive cracky trance.

I spend far too much time futzing with the design of Tumblr and far too little writing anything on it. Futzing is easier and deceptively productive, as if sharpening pencils will help you compose a symphony. Said futzing will not bring me any closer to an overriding career goal of mine, to get paid to yammer with people while a crowd watches.

Career heroes of mine like Kevin Smith and Adam Carolla have figured this out, Smith to the extent that he’s said after one more movie, he’d done directing and will focus on producing, distribution and his growing talk empire. In an interview on Carolla’s podcast, Smith stated that filmmaking gave him an opportunity to be heard which he (and I too) wanted all along.

All well and good but you gotta do something before you can talk about it. Jesse Thorn don’t got Maximum Fun without The Sound of Young America. And right now what I got is 50,000 followers on Twitter waiting to talk about something great I do.

Can I do it? Please?

28 December, 2010: Wounded Knees

Tue, 28 Dec 2010 18:05:00 -0500

Assignment: Job applications. Did I mention I’m on the market?

Where my head went:

Skippy Dies
The New Republic
New Year’s Resolutions
Wounded Knee

Why? I heard a recommendation (ok, about the 20th) for the novel Skippy Dies on the most recent episode of The Bookrageous Podcast and it sounded like just my kind of book (coming of age, Ireland, premature expiration). Since I recently got a bookseller gift card from my wife’s grandmother as a holiday present, I think I’ll be buying it shortly in hardcover, an indulgence best indulged with someone else’s money.

I got to thinking this morning that, in order to save money on magazine subscriptions, perhaps I could offer to tweet my favorite articles from each month’s issue in exchange for a free subscription. And the first magazine that came to mind for this arrangement was The New Republic, which is odd as I’ve never subscribed to it and have barely read it in the past.

It’s getting to the point each year where I take myself and a legal pad somewhere private and write out my New Year’s Resolutions for the year. I’m thinking Thursday.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of the Wounded Knee Massacre. May we remember our mistakes long enough to both say we’re sorry and put forth a real effort to not repeat them.

6 December, 2010: Pawing at Pornographers

Sun, 12 Dec 2010 20:04:15 -0500

Assignment: A deadly boring piece on social media for authors. For my company blog.

Location: Philz Coffee (aka “The Office”).

Where my head went:

Why? I wrote this whole piece listening to the 5 songs I liked from The New Pornographer’s most recent (and very strong) album “Together.” Which is catchy beyond all get-out but makes one’s prose sound like its being chanted by a marching band. Which is a flipped-coin worse than how I feel my writing normally sounds which is fussy, over phrased and lustfully stringing together depended clauses. Made me wish I could write like Joan Didion who never seems to have a word or phrase out of place, like a set of pearls on a string. And I was mad anyway, because I had to write this essay but there really isn’t anything new to add to the discussion. Betsy Lerner’s great piece for Publishing Perspectives really said it all.

When I’m restless these days, I spend too much time searching jobs on Linkedin. Because I’m on the market. Picture me a horse pawing at the dirt. There’s a fence to leap over somewhere. I’m looking for it.

30 November 2010: Cutting tape with Bo.

Tue, 30 Nov 2010 21:24:37 -0500

Assignment: Writing and recording Episode #3 of The Pick 3 Podcast.

Location: Dining room table (which produced a funny-sounding echo. Listen for yourself).

Where my head went:

Why? I was working on a piece about football (about a book about football but never mind) and, since I’m a Michigan boy, born and raised, I cannot think about football without thinking about the great Bo Schembechler. Which reminded me is was damn near time for Channukah (which is damn early this year) and I needed to get some presents for my family. I got my parents these salt shakers and some other Michigany stuff.

After I was done editing, I noticed that whenever I cut audio, I do it too tightly so I sound like I’m interrupting myself after each paragraph. For (more than) a moment, I felt sorry for myself that I couldn’t edit with the grace Brooke Gladstone does with On The Media. Which got me to thinking about another great editor, this one in film, Thelma Schoonmaker. Schoonmaker’s edited most of Martin Scorcese’s films and has won three Oscars.

18 November 2010: Hairpins of the Damned

Thu, 18 Nov 2010 23:04:47 -0500

Assignment: Book review for Rain Taxi.

Location: My bed.

Where my head went:

Why? Title of the book I was review had the words “lost art” in it. Which always gets me nostalgic, an itch I like to scratch by looking up dead/decommissioned/torn down things on wikipedia. Boblo Island was an amusement park in the middle of the Detroit River which you got to by giant steam boat. I never went as a kid (though I remember vividly the television commercials) and the whole thing shut down in the early 90s. Boblo Island is now being redeveloped as a condominium community.

Someone in my review I used the word “joust” to describe an argument because I thought I was being clever. Joust was a very difficult, yet wonderfully creative stand-out from the early days of arcade games. The world “awl” popped up somewhere else in the review which sent me on a mad search to find the name of the newly launched sister site to the website The Awl. The answer is The Hairpin, which I fell over on Twitter, the way one does over a badly-placed ashcan (not on Twitter).

Near the end of the piece, I made reference to F. Scott Fitzgerald and couldn’t think of another novel of his besides Gatsby and Tender is the Night. Looked up his bibliography and picked the name I like best. For no good reason. Well, it was getting late and I was sick of the review. Which still isn’t a good reason.

12 November 2010: The Horror...Of Sausages.

Sun, 14 Nov 2010 15:44:25 -0500

Assignment: A post for my wife’s blog on “Flight of the Valkyries” and its inclusion in Apocalypse Now.

Location: Our dining room table.

Where my head went:

Why? Every time I wrote (and misspelled) “valkyrie” I heard myself saying “Valkyrie needs food. Badly.” And I always chose the valkyrie character when I played Gauntlet as a kid.

“What’s Opera Doc?” is the famous Bugs Bunny interpretation of Wagner’s “Ring Cycle.” The “Kill the Wabbit, Kill the Wabbit.” section is set to the melody of “Flight of the Valkyries.” And since Wagner was German, which I remembered everytime I mouthed his first name (Ricard, pronounced “Ree-Card”, like spitting out a nail) I remembered how German he was. And since I was hungry I got to thinking about German foods and that I knew very few that did not look like sausages and that I had never known the difference between Bratwurst and Knockwurst.

Answer? Bratwurst is made of pork and generally not spiced. Knockwurst is made with veal and usually spiced with garlic. Both are sausages.

10 November: "Dip your pen in chili..."

Thu, 11 Nov 2010 18:30:41 -0500

Assignment: Prepping for a seminar I was teaching the next day in conjunction with Writer’s Digest.

Location: My bed. I like to write there in the afternoons.

Where my head went:

Luchino Visconti
Moleskines v. Field Notes
Cincinnati
Chili over spaghetti
Dessert Club, Chickalicious

Why? My wife was kind enough on Monday to buy my a really nice Visconti pen for our 1st (aka “paper”) anniversary. I was thinking about it and how I realized I’d never heard of this pen company and only remembered the word “Visconti” as the last name of an Italian filmmaker (no relation, apparently).

My wife purchased the pen at Flax in San Francisco where, that same night, I fondled a few Field Notes notebooks and wondered if I should buy a few (I did not). At which point I felt guilty for not working, refocused then remembered (lord knows why) that Writer’s Digest was based in Cincinnati. I’ve never been to Cincinnati and know it only as home to The Reds, Procter & Gamble, and “cincinnati-style chili” which is chili made with cinnamon and cloves instead of chili powder, beans instead of beef and served over spaghetti.

This got me hungry which made me remember that my company’s intern had taken to photographing what she eats on her blog and linked to some place in New York called “Dessert Club, Chickalicious” which I will be visiting, eh, yesterday.

6 November, 2010: Abode After Hours

Mon, 08 Nov 2010 18:45:00 -0500

Assignment: Get an hour or so work in at the end of a day of working a conference. Make headway on an essay for the company blog and a segment for a podcast I do with some friends.

Where my head went:

Why? Did this stint in my hotel room at about 10 PM during a conference in Santa Fe. Haven’t been to Santa Fe in many years and remember almost nothing from the previous trip.

It was a long day and felt like unwinding by watching Free Willy on streaming Netflix but remembered I hadn’t written in several days and decided to be an adult. Did several paragraphs on George Plimpton, the subject of my podcast segment. Then got to wondering why every friggin’ building in downtown Santa Fe is brown adobe less than three stories tall and looks like it should be draped in buffalo hide (my cousin later informed me that this sort of thing is legislated. Meaning painting your downtown storefront pink in Santa Fe is a crime). Which made me wonder where I had seen this adobe army before and I remembered that The Tao of Steve had been filmed in Santa Fe and I hadn’t seen it in a while.

Considered for watching it for a moment after my writing session was done. But I’d been trying to finish The Curious Case of Benjamin Button for about 7 years (filmed in New Orleans which has no legislated architectural style but might as well) so I did.

25 October 2010: Paper Condolences

Mon, 25 Oct 2010 18:02:00 -0400

Assignment: Write a condolence letter to a family friend whose husband passed away last week.

Where my head went:

Why? My first anniversary is next week and the last time we saw the family friend who passed away was at a wedding party for us in May. The 1st anniversary is called the “paper anniversary” which gave me an idea of what to get my wife (that and the fact that I was stalling from writing a condolence card.

Being sad often makes me think of the song “Purple Rain” which is 8 minutes of triumphal arranging undercut by lyrics so painfully lonely and sad. And lately, when I’m down, I often think of my friend Brad Graham who passed away in January.

12 October 2010: Write a letter instead...

Tue, 12 Oct 2010 14:25:00 -0400

Assignment: Odds and ends. Finished and posted that crappy essay.

Where my head went:

Why? Remembered Mr Okrent grew up in Detroit (like my dad) and went to the University Michigan around the same time. Loved him in Ken Burns’s baseball documentary so wrote him a note asking if he knew my dad. Also like to listen to dramatic instrumental music while writing as it makes me feel like I’m doing important work when I am usually not.

10 October 2010: "Tired minds are, by definition, 'Half-Empty."

Tue, 12 Oct 2010 01:15:00 -0400

Assignment: Same crappy essay. Now dividing it in two.

Where my head went:

“A tired mind becomes a shape-shifter…”
The Portland Museum of Contemporary Craft.
David Rakoff.
Corey Doctorow’s rant about “giving away your creations for free.”

Why? The “tired mind” line is a lyric from the song “Vital Signs” by Rush and reminds me how your head can start lying like mad to you if you let it. I meant to go to the PMoCC when I was in that city this past weekend but didn’t make it. David Rakoff has a new book out that’s I’d like to read. We are at the same event this past weekend and he, quite nicely, shook my hand and said “I’m David.” I haven’t read the Cory Doctorow piece yet but I found it on twitter when I should not have been on twitter.

9 October 2010: Serial killers are melty.

Sun, 10 Oct 2010 02:44:00 -0400

Assignment: An essay for my company’s blog.

Where my head went:

Brenda Ann Spencer

The Cheesus

The Christian Side Hug

Tumblr Themes

Why? I’m writing a short story about a serial killing fish so…yeah Brenda Ann Spencer. I’m in Portland for one more day and haven’t tried a hamburger wedged between two cheese sandwiches yet because it takes work to be this handsome. Had breakfast with Queerie Bradshaw this morning who told me about Christian Side Hugs. And Tumblr’s how we got here.