Whoo-boy Rarely do words fail me like this, but after finishing George Orwell’s 1984, I am utterly at a loss for what to say. Nothing I can put into words, other than the words Orwell uses himself, can accurately describe the depth of despair, the hopelessness, the utter nihilism bound in this... Continue Reading →
TRUMP SUPPORTER: "What's that you're reading?" ME: "Oh, it's a book about Charles Lindbergh winning the presidency." TRUMP SUPPORTER: "I remember that." ME: "What?" TRUMP SUPPORTER: "I learned about that in school." ME: "Charles Lindbergh was the first man to fly a plane over the Atlantic, from New York to Paris." TRUMP SUPPORTER: "Right. And... Continue Reading →
To get my daughter to take a break from Pokemon Go this summer, my wife insisted she read a total of three books, and not just the comics she loves (Dork Diaries, anything by Raina Telgemeier) but something appropriate to her grade level (she is entering middle school this year). So I suggested on a pact. My daughter, my wife, and I would each pick a novel,... Continue Reading →
So, I've been having this problem with fiction lately. The last eight books I've read have been about philosophy, religion and physics. It's gotten to the point that my wife told me last night I should have been a physicist (really, I'd be clueless). But whenever I pick up a novel, I can't get into the... Continue Reading →
I have a love/hate relationship with Disney. Whenever I visit the Magic Kingdom, or see their castle logo pop up before a movie, I am torn about how to feel. On the one hand, I simply adore the man, Walt himself, whom I consider a visionary genius. Never mind whether or not he could draw Mickey... Continue Reading →
The Art of Storytelling 
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