…is my favorite Beatles song. Maybe even my favorite song. Its appeal is too visceral for me to describe, but something happens in my soul when I listen to it–something that makes me actually become a better person. I can feel this. It actually makes me truly believe George Harrison, maybe more than I’ve ever believed anyone who [...]
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Here Comes the Sun
Posted in Beatles, Chicago, French things, beauty, literature, music, solitude on January 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Proust Questionnaire
Posted in literature, music, self-indulgence on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
In the back of “Vanity Fair” every month, a well-known person is interviewed in the style of two questionnaires Marcel Proust filled out during his 13th and 20th years, respectively. One of my dreams of life is to become well-known enough that someone would actually want to read my answers to these questions.
What is your [...]
Remarkable Exoticism
Posted in Europe, coffee, literature, memory, romance on December 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
s: i also think i’d maybe like to work a cubicle job
s: i dunno why, but those “faceless, nameless, pointless” jobs appeal to me in some way
s: it might be fun to just blennnnd in
m: it makes sense to me, in a very out-of-character way…something that seems almost exotic in its mediocracy
m: like you’re in [...]
Writing Encouragement
Posted in beauty, literature, memory on December 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
m: but i’m much more drawn to characters, stories, situations, etc etc
s: and that’s how you reach people
s: don’t let the pomo artist assholes get to you
s: irony and being detached will only get you so far
s: the purpose of drama, acted or written, is to communicate SOUL TO SOUL with your audience
s: political melodrama [...]
