A little comic I did for my wife for Christmas. Our son Max is autistic, and can only say a few words. That doesn’t stop him from trying to communicate with us through his laughing, his crying, and his awesome hugs!
- Something Reckless + Nothing Desired - Regency Romance at its predictable but enjoyable best.
- Escape - Fundamentalist Mormonism fascinates me to no end.
- One More Thing - Quirky short stories, and how can you resist this book trailer?
- The New School - How the internet, the current economy and common sense will wake people up to sidestepping the unions and government to access a better education.
- Before We Met - British version of a Lifetime Movie Network flick.
- Unteachable - I guess this book falls in the blah-genre of New Adult, but Raeder’s writing is poetry.
A Romanian-born+bred husband —> New appreciation for Barclay’s Premier League —> Enjoyment of this Key & Peele Futbol Flop skit.
Question, Dave. At what age is it appropriate to stop dreaming of the year I sweep the Nobels, and really hunker down and specialize on the talent that’s gonna win me international acclaim and sex? Fourteen? Eighteen? Six? I got to tell you, nothing discourages the ambitious twelve-year-old like a bilingual Japanese fifth grader who gets onstage at skits, all humble and nervous, and busts fiery concertos out her violin like it’s nothing, or like a linguist mom who tells me that if I were to make it my life’s pursuit to learn the little fiddle prodigy’s primary language, it’s already too late for my brain to pick up on the nuances necessary for fitting in. I’m too late to dominate at something, aren’t I? If I’m too late, it’s fine, I just need to hear you say it so I can transition out of having goals and start nudging whoever’s beside me at skits and going, “Yeah, but at least I’ve got a life.” Well. Not there yet. I’ll work on it.
—Gabe Durham, Fun Camp
Like everyone he knew, he could discern the hollowness in people’s charm only when it was directed at someone other than himself.
—Lorrie Moore, Bark: Stories
—If You Want Me
Blunda - If You Want Me
Possible theme for my kid’s 1-year-old birthday party. Just need a baby dressed as Gil to show up and it will be perfect.
People who knew me and sympathized with me were determined to set me up with the other people they sympathized with and were always surprised when I would turn down their offer of what they thought of as romantic charity. “What’s the harm?” they would ask me, truly surprised. The harm, besides those hours that actually do matter when you barely have one night off every couple of weeks, is the little mark you get on you every time you open up a door to a hope and then close it fast in disappointment. It leaves a nick, or a dent, and those nicks and dents are not invisible. I used to see them all the time.
—B.J. Novak, One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories