Month: December 2012

Holiday Travel Fun

Perhaps due to powerful advertising, subliminal messages, or my own fervent need to spend money, I chose to fly home for Christmas vacation. Normally, I drive from Madison to East Lansing, shouldering the burden of a six hour drive through Chicagoland with the help of lengthy biographical audiobooks and copious amounts of straight rye whiskey. The drive is a tedious…

Just because it’s Christmas…   …anddd some other books and knick-knacks I can’t recall because my actual stack of gifts is now 300 miles away back in East Lansing. Sadly, the overhead compartments on planes can’t actually fit that many books/bicycle accessories. I did also receive a number of fine clothing items, but it’s ever so difficult to find images…

Dakota Dreams of Books

Sometimes when I’m standing at the self check-out kiosk at the library, scanning through a new stack of books, watching the number checked out climb into the 30s, I wonder if the librarians recognize me yet. “Oh, that guy,” they murmur as I stroll into the atrium. “Isn’t he done yet? Hasn’t he read them all?” Two to three times…

The Lost Weekend

It’s been a strange weekend. Friday’s school massacre, Saturday’s insane hangover/illness, today’s reading of Maus and watching of an excellent football game. Maybe those things don’t all seem to go together, but rest assured, that small collection of activities has set my mind a-spinnin’. I watched Friday’s events unfold at work, occasionally checking Google News to catch a glimpse of…

Hitchcock’s Films: A Review

Alfred Hitchcock is having a moment. Sure, his ashes have been floating in the Pacfic some 30-odd years, but some kind of societal itch has re-animated his corpse for a pair of silver screen biopics that dig deeply into the man’s undead psyche and pull out some weird stuff. Such as, he liked women! And eating! Okay, so maybe the…

Re-Watching the Film “Out Cold” After Drinking a Couple Glasses of Red Wine

Oh man, nostalgia already. First watched Out Cold with my cousin on a snow day. I was probably 11. It was an eye-opener for multiple reasons: punk-pop music, snowboarding culture, what I wanted to do when I grew up, Zach Galifianakis, that long, shaggy hairstyle that flips up at the ends when you wear a hat. God damn, everything I…

Writer’s Blindness

If I ever hand you a business card of mine – an odd and unlikely experience, to be sure – you might be unsurprised to find that my profession is “Writer.” Fact: I am employed by a large health care software corporation as a technical writer. This means I spend my days agonizingly documenting the myriad tiny updates software developers…