The Sad Truth
I have about another half hour of, “Saturday — anything is possible!”, then it turns into “I’ve got so much to do today and the day is slipping away…” Continue reading
I have about another half hour of, “Saturday — anything is possible!”, then it turns into “I’ve got so much to do today and the day is slipping away…” Continue reading
Since review copies of THE DIRTY STREETS OF HEAVEN are starting to drift out, I thought I’d say this now. I’ll repeat it when the actual book comes out in September. Continue reading
This disturbing image, which looks like something you might find crawling around on the sea floor, covered with stinging spines, sleeps next to me. Continue reading
Hecticity — is that a word? Because that’s what I’m in the middle of, a whole bunch of…hectic-ness. It’s hectic as heck here, is what I’m trying to tell you. Continue reading
In which we catch up with M. L. Heath in his latest Grotto report: “…Through perseverance, talent and the odd bit of luck, I have managed to sink grapples and stakes into a section of the rockface of the Fourth Estate that I’ve hacked away at for…jeez, how long is it? Ages, eons…parsecs?” Continue reading
My friend Peter Stampfel playing deejay, serving up some mellow Tokyo sounds to help you recover from a manic Monday.
Just kidding — it’s bat-@#$& crazy. Continue reading
It’s rare to see the NYT and WSJ philosophically aligned on how the government uses its power, but they and others in press seem to be coming together to raise questions about why the Department of Justice is beating up on publishers Continue reading
Am not yet sure if the day is to be trusted. Suspiciously bright and clear. But I know the rain is probably just hiding behind something, waiting to jump out. Continue reading