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So, I’ve started to go soft and doughy, like cookies. Like cookie dough, which I’ve decided is a very Buffy-appropriate way to describe my state post-MA school. My morning weight routine has been spotty, and what it really needs is a dynamic overhaul. Every six months or so, it’s good to just change the whole […]

I realize I’ve been pretty quiet on the personal front lately. This mostly has to do with the fact that I’ve spent the last four months hashing out a relationship of the more-than-friendly kind after six years without. It’s weird. See, I’m not one of those people who has to be attached at the hip

Write your own Choose Your Own Adventure. Don’t like the options they give you? Write-in your own.

She was originally a bawdy two-tailed mermaid with accessible sexual goodies and a beer belly. Who would have guessed? I really must get to the original Starbucks next time I’m in Seattle. (via boingboing)

With its explicit descriptions of lovemaking, the book has been compared to Marguerite Duras’s coming-of-age novel, “The Lover,” and to Catherine Millet’s more recent confessional essay, “The Sexual Life of Catherine M.” Yet in this case the feisty 40-something North African author who goes by the name of Nedjma appears to have been motivated by

I, for one, enjoy the “confusion.” This is also probably the first article I’ve seen that uses the term “gay-vague.” As in, “That’s a gay-vague band.” Too pretty to be straight, but not effeminate enough to be gay? Wow, somebody’s really caught up in stereotypes and assumptions. This one’s basically addressing the mythical “gaydar” bullshit

I’m supposed to be done with the first three chapters of God’s War today. I’m just about done with the first. As usual, I’m behind. Excerpts later.

VanderMeer shares his top ten worst author reading experiences. #5 – World Horror Convention II, 1993 My reading at the second World Horror Convention, in Nashville, Tennessee, was probably the lowest point for me of any reading. No one was there except my wife, Ann. I was going to just leave, but Ann insisted I

Half of this I’ve already heard before (yawn), and certainly felt I’d experienced: An increase in a woman’s body mass results in a decrease in her family income and a decline in her occupational prestige Well, sure. But not only that. Under 30? You’re doubly screwed: In addition, the researchers found that the association between

A couple of my Clarion buddies have got some (newish) blogs up: Left of the Mississippi (Inez) Alec Austin