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In Which I Bloviate About Melt-Banana

I first heard Melt-Banana when a fellow grocery store warm body lent me their Scratch or Stitch release. It held my interest for a few listens: an album full of layered ray gun guitar effects, fuzz bass pounding, ADHD drumming, insane cat-bark yipyap vocals, song titles bordering on Engrish hilarity. Something that was experimental but In Which I Bloviate About Melt-Banana

The Great Gatsby and A Farewell To Arms, Redux

I just bought these used but brand new at Half Price Books. There were other editions that were a dollar less but I bought these because I liked their covers. This is what “splurging” means when you have a mortgage and two kids.

Book Review: Arctic Rising

Buckell posted a few days ago that Arcitc Rising is now out, and I felt bad because I had the book for review but I was (unwillingly) dragging my feet on it. But now I will drag my fingers over it, and by “it” I mean my Macbook keyboard. Arctic turns UNPG (United Nations Polar Book Review: Arctic Rising

Have No Fear, This Is an Easy Read

I’ve noticed a tendency of modern writers to write clipped sentences and paragraphs. Like this. One or a few in each paragraph, for certain scenes. Not even action scenes. Ones where there’s supposed to be descriptive of a scene, or internal thought development. I can understand if it’s first person from a certain kind of Have No Fear, This Is an Easy Read

An Inexhaustive, Scatterbrained Post on Atheism and Science Fiction

I’ve thought before that, sociologically speaking, people look to attribute God’s qualities to other phenomena, like the universe, politics, aesthetics/art, or science. People much smarter than me have undoubtedly come across this before, like Voltaire when he said that if God didn’t exist it would be necessary to invent him. I like that quote because An Inexhaustive, Scatterbrained Post on Atheism and Science Fiction

A Dead Italian Philosopher Says You Can’t Finish a Novel

One way struggling artists assuage a stunted career is to summon da Vinci Leonardo’s “art isn’t completed but abandoned” quote. Its dogged overuse has erased its profundity and replaced it with irritation as it’s thrown in with other quotes on facebook profiles to justify unwanted, and sometimes unacceptable, behavior. But I’d like to take it A Dead Italian Philosopher Says You Can’t Finish a Novel

I Used To Write Her

Like someone else in a similar position recently posted, I’ve decided to suspend A Season Underneath indefinitely. The reasons are legion, but the biggest is that I am on my fourth rewrite and it doesn’t seem to be getting a whole lot better. The chapters are just sort of there, with no real story to I Used To Write Her