Who the Heck am I?

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That’s a difficult question. It’s mostly because my eyes are not the rubber telescopes I would need to objectively examine myself with. All I can give is from the inside looking out.

Since you’re here already, you probably know I’m a writer. You may not know that I am also an artist (the piece above as an example,) and sometimes I even make music. But from the start, I have always been a storyteller. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

There is a breed of artist in this world that is very quiet. You can find them in caves or dark forests, and if you poke them with a stick, they will flee in an instant. I am one of these. My ideas form like moss under stones. The air must be still—the wind, distant.

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Spot Horrible Books Before You Commit to Them

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It’s no secret: there’s a lot of books out there, and no way to ever read them all. New books are published every single day, but how many of them are really worth your time?

It turns out the answer—though harsh—often times works to spare you a lot of misery and wasted time. This method, while not 100% effective, has dramatically increased the chances of me enjoying the books I invest my time into. It goes a little like this:

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Remembering Harlan Ellison

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Yesterday—June 28th, 2018—Harlan Ellison passed on to the clockwork castle in the sky.

Few authors have impacted me with their work in the same way Harlan’s has. Many remember him for being irate and outspoken—a bitter misanthrope who would hardly allow you a word in conversation. He was someone with a lot to say, and by God he wouldn’t be caught holding back. But looking at him now (never having met him, but exploring his body of work and listening to various recordings,) I see a man who was passionate about stories: a man who would not let injustices stand, and words go unspoken.

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Ulysses: An Epic Waste of Time (Explained)

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Undoubtedly there have been times where we’ve walked out of a movie, put down a book, or finished a TV series thinking “Well damn, what a waste of my time.” The phrase comes from a longing unfulfilled—a perceived lacking in said film, book, or show—which leads us to the conclusion that our time has been wasted.

And just as inevitable as the experience of “time-wasting” art, is the approaching critic who says “No, see… That art is genius because it’s like REAL LIFE.”

One of the most stand-out examples of this comes from James Joyce—defending his book Ulysses from the onslaught of criticism once it was published.

“If ‘Ulysses’ isn’t worth reading, then life isn’t worth living.”
—James Joyce

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