The following is a piece of thinly veiled fiction that I wrote several years ago and haven’t found a home for. I concede, oh great magazine publishers — it’s not for you […]
I swore that I wasn’t going to do this, but here we are just two days away from the big day and I can’t bear the thought of you listening to the […]
Have you ever seen lion cubs wrestle? Humans are no different, especially boys. We go through a period where we behave like badasses even though the overwhelming majority of us aren’t. We […]
Every kid thinks that his or her hometown is boring. As you read this a pimply Manhattan teenager is complaining that there’s nothing to do. Mon ami in Paris is so disgusted […]
The Beat, Sacramento, California. A truly great record store.
In rambling about The Beatles’ White Album I mentioned something along the lines of the band at that point being three great artists and Ringo off in separate corners making art. Coincidentally, […]
I’m desperate — my tank is empty. The notebook hasn’t been marked up in days. I turned on my iPod today and a tumbleweed rolled across the screen. For the first time […]
Oh yeah, this could all be yours if Mom and Dad weren’t stupidly thumbing through the snow suit section of the catalog right now. Related “Why It Matters” piece: https://jamesostafford.wordpress.com/2011/11/27/56-the-brightest-fireplace-glows-in-every-face/