Maybe When I'm Sixty-five I'll

I Have Worked Really Hard To Defy Categorization, To Break Down A Taxonomy Whenever It Comes My Way.

I Am A Better Writer For Having Fewer Demons, And I Am More Curious About The World And The People In It. So Those Of You Thinking You Might Need Your Demons In Order To Be Creative: I Beg To Differ.

I Have Sparred With Commenters As A Music Writer (on The Rumpus, Among Other Places, See E.g., My Review About Taylor Swift), And That Was Plenty Of Training!

I Believe That God Locates Himself At The Spot Where You Recognize Your Own Fallibility....and The Paradox Of It All Has Been That Whenever I Give Up I Seem To Do Better.

The Great Recession Is Not Imaginary, And The Effects Loom Large. There Was An Article In The Nyt About The Galloping Death Rate Among White Men In Middle Age. Higher Than Among Any Other Demographic, Etc. Mostly Death By Drugs, Alcohol, Or Suicide. Many Of Them Rural. My Feeling Is That It's Many People Who Haven't Been Able To Get Back Into The Work Force. Reg Morse Is An Example Of The Problem.