“Pastel condos, mumbling Cubans, Owen Wilson serving as a metaphor for pretty drowning. The Rolling Stones’ “19th Nervous Breakdown” playing in the carefully choreographed background.” Amy Suzanne Parker pitches Wes Anderson a movie sorta based on her life.
“Back in the 1970s, almost everyone I knew was writing poetry – or at least trying to.” Steve Slavin recounts life as a poet (and economist).
“One of the guys I hate doesn’t know I exist, and I only hate him because of the way he rode his bike. That sounds mean, I know, but he rode it in a real holier-than-thou kind of way.” Robin Wyatt Dunn hates some guys. This is where the list currently stands.
“I’ve spent a couple of hours recently wandering down rabbit-holes of Internet filth. I’ve been reading the comments sections on white supremacist websites.” Ken Honeywell has a professional opinion. (And a few unprofessional ones.)
“I updated my Goodreads app to let the world know: I’m doing this.” Robin Beery recalls some summer reading projects that may or may not have been a good idea at the time.
“I know it’s nothing. I understand sleep paralysis and exploding head syndrome and all the peculiarity that happens between wakefulness and sleep. I doze. I can’t sleep though.” Anisha Vichare on these and other mysteries of life.