Dear Thomptos, Hansons, Trunnells, Daleys, Deppes, and everyone else in the vicinity of 121st Ave. NE and Davenport in Blaine, Minnesota during the mid-80s, Please accept my dearest and most sincere apologies for being so fucking annoying. While I thought it was great fun to stand in the front yard or someone’s driveway and sing …
Today over lunch FFJ and I discussed the difference between autobiography and memoir. Over delicious pad thai from Thanh Do, I told her about how I was reading Bob Mould’s See a Little Light: The Trail of Rage and Melody and listening to Rob Lowe’s Stories I Only Tell My Friends: An Autobiography. First, who …
The time to come clean has arrived. What I’m about to tell you will shock and perhaps appall you. Some of you will ridicule me mercilessly for this weakness. Others of you will promptly dismiss everything I ever say about music again. But I have to get this off my chest. I’ve already told the …
Okay, here’s a confession. Even though I was surrounded by a dozen or so intelligent readers and writers at Hypster Mom’s Lit Salon, the only thing I wanted to talk about was Vodo & The Big Ticket. And now as I’m typing this I have no idea why I didn’t take a picture. I wrote …
For those of you who have forgotten, Trip Shakes is one of my Nerdery co-workers. He’s the bomb digs, for real. When I interviewed there last fall he asked me what was the best forty-nine cents I ever spent. I bombed the question because I was really seriously thinking about it, and he was making …
It’s hard to walk into Supergenius HQ and not talk about books. Instead of art, I have books. Instead of a TV bigger than a postage stamp, I have books. Instead of a clean, clutter free space, I have some more books. There are a lot of books and generally when people come over for …
Yesterday, in honor of our nation’s Independence I decided to travel back in time. I don’t go back to Blaine, the suburb I grew up in, very often. Something about the area doesn’t feel right and it makes me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. Last night as Sister #4 and I were driving home …