I admit it. I am madly, deeply and irrevocably in love with my 1920 Victor Victrola phonograph that I restored last year. I’d always wanted a Victor Victrola phonograph, because as I’ve discovered, the history of the phonograph is the social history of the early twentieth century. Read More The Phonograph: A Love Story
It’s a strange idiosyncrasy of folks my age to keep a stash of VHS tapes secreted somewhere in their house, no matter how technologically advanced they may be. Seriously, I don’t think I have one friend who doesn’t still own a beat-up 1989 copy of Tim Burton’s Batman, or the original Little Mermaid tape with the hidden penis on the cover, or a frayed Addams Family tape that McDonald’s sold for $5 in the mid-1990’s as part of some long-forgotten marketing initiative.
Writers, stop complicating your creative life. Seriously, just stop it.
I’m a lot of things. A librarian. A scribbler of words. A maker of the best peanut butter-and-jelly-and-potato-chip sandwiches this side of the Mississippi.
I’m also asexual.
Granted, I don’t admit that last one to very many people, and for good reason. Read More I’m Asexual, and I’m OK