Watching the Democratic National Convention on Thursday, I thought up a tweet I decided not to send. Continue reading

As I walked from my neighborhood’s music festival up to the burger place, I heard a car drive by, playing The Cure’s “Just Like Heaven.” That’s when I realized the problem with rock music these days, and the reason I’d loved Car Seat Headrest so much: There’s no middle ground any more. Continue reading

Yesterday, I told a story I’ve told too many times before, because that’s sometimes the quickest way to a laugh. Continue reading

“What have you been listening to lately?” a friend asked me Friday night, and I froze for a moment before coming up with an answer. Continue reading

When I left the room to get another whiskey soda, my friends were having a perfectly amicable conversation. When I returned, the two of them were arguing over the semantics of the phrase “Fuck you.” Continue reading