Month: January 2012

from the back jacket:

“It’s time for the annual Recipe Days bake-off in Lubbock, Texas. Soccer moms and grandmothers gather to show off their family recipes, learn new secrets for the perfect shortcake, and perhaps earn a chance to be on the famous cooking show, How Would You Cook It, Then?

When the bake-off is crashed by a federation of pro wrestlers — including American Badass, Jersey Devil Jill, Tiny Giant, The Village Person, Jonah the Whale, the Hellb…

This was my first bookseller’s con. Surely not my last, now that I know these kind of goings-on actually go on. It was completely different from the cons and festivals I usually hit, too. For one, nobody was dressed like Data, or Boba Fett, and there were no remote-control robot fights or Bat’leth instruction sessions or zombie defense demonstrations, and there was nobody in steampunk hats or goggles. The name tags, though, they were galaxies better. Not that I’…

That’s a mouthful of a subject line, yes? No worries, though. In the actual interview, there’s zero internal rhyme. Unless that’s specifically what you’re looking for. In which situation there’s little to no rhyme at that particular station. Though there will be a lot of fashion.

And now my brain seriously hurts, trying to think of rhyme-words. It’s not my first calling. It’s not even my last resort. It’s more like my le…

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Don’t be afraid to embrace a song, or how it makes you feel. Remember the person you were when it touched you, or where you were — Brian Azzarello

At the end of December 2011, I finally read Robert McCammon’s A Boy’s Life. One of the more amazing reading experiences I’ve had—maybe I’d somehow known to save it for the month before I turned forty? Anyway, somewhere in it the grown-up narrator says how important it is to always keep listening to the new music, how that keeps you a…