Getting On is terrific, and you ought to listen to every episode. Go.
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Monday, June 10, 2013
Getting on with James Urbaniak: The Dead Thing on the Shoulder
I wrote the latest episode of James Urbaniak's fictional podcast, Getting on with James Urbaniak, titled "The Dead Thing on the Shoulder." Did you read Exurbitude during its heyday? You'll like this.
Getting On is terrific, and you ought to listen to every episode. Go.
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Getting On is terrific, and you ought to listen to every episode. Go.
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Monday, April 1, 2013
Friday, December 14, 2012
The Common, Faithful Katydid
A friend came to visit this summer and we walked around outside after dinner to merge with the wall of sound that is the Hudson Valley on an August night. Results here.
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Saturday, December 1, 2012
Close: NaBlurBloPa
Well. That approximate month of blog entries was the end of me not posting things to Exurbitude. Which is not to say that I've started writing here again -- just that I've stopped not writing here.
That said, I think "Exurbitude," as a concept, is over, given that it's been nearly ten years since we moved from New York, and more than five since I stopped working there. So the title only works on one level now; a journal of life in an exurb. Which, come on, without the dramatic motion of tearing oneself away from the city, is sort of, you know, like Newheart. Funny show, don't get me wrong. Less than instructive, though. One level? Too few by half.
THAT said, tonight I bought jeans that taper all the way down, which, as I understand it, is less a convention of farming and more one of the alleys and barrooms of the metropolis. So maybe my heart, or my ankles, or my pantsal region, still resides in Hell's Kitchen or Forest Hills or the Upper East Side, or wherever pants like that still count. (Possibly only here, from where I write -- a northern suburb of Baltimore. I haven't seen anyone else in these jeans today, though. I'll check tomorrow when we swing through Pennsylvania Dutch country, past the Shoe House, or at the Christkindlmarkt on our way home.)
I'm working on another experimental writing project, but am glad to've broken the seal on this blog. What have you been up to? Comments welcome.
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That said, I think "Exurbitude," as a concept, is over, given that it's been nearly ten years since we moved from New York, and more than five since I stopped working there. So the title only works on one level now; a journal of life in an exurb. Which, come on, without the dramatic motion of tearing oneself away from the city, is sort of, you know, like Newheart. Funny show, don't get me wrong. Less than instructive, though. One level? Too few by half.
THAT said, tonight I bought jeans that taper all the way down, which, as I understand it, is less a convention of farming and more one of the alleys and barrooms of the metropolis. So maybe my heart, or my ankles, or my pantsal region, still resides in Hell's Kitchen or Forest Hills or the Upper East Side, or wherever pants like that still count. (Possibly only here, from where I write -- a northern suburb of Baltimore. I haven't seen anyone else in these jeans today, though. I'll check tomorrow when we swing through Pennsylvania Dutch country, past the Shoe House, or at the Christkindlmarkt on our way home.)
I'm working on another experimental writing project, but am glad to've broken the seal on this blog. What have you been up to? Comments welcome.
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012
All I Wanna Do
Is listen to "Calamity Song" all the way through one time on my stupid cheap iPod dock in my own house, is that too much to ask (yes).
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Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Is Weight Watchers a Cult?
No.
(I get that search a lot. Just thought I'd save everyone some time.)
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(I get that search a lot. Just thought I'd save everyone some time.)
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Sunday, November 18, 2012
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