In case you were wondering, THIS appears to have been up since August, but I must've missed it. There's a nugget of inspiration in the second graph below. And make sure you read A Guitar's Life.
"Latest question: How come we haven't seen any new articles by you in the Post lately? (In March 2005, I took a temporary job as an assignment editor in the paper's daily Style section. I'm liking it quite a bit. This is the first time I've had in a decade to cool my jets and not write for a while, and re-learning a valuable lesson: good editing is damn hard work. I hope to return to my writing cubicle, and the world at large, in a few more months.)
"I have learned that those without beats need to sort of form one in their heads and develop an overriding sensibility that guides them away from what everyone else is writing about. In my work I try to set out for the overlooked margins of our daily, or pop-cultural, lives: I like empty shopping malls, unpretty streets, teenagers who don't help out the community, low-technology, Kmarts (or anything employing the middle-American "k" -- kamping, kountry, krazy). I like memories and nostalgia for things that don't often fit the definition of popular retro. I like science that doesn't make headlines. I like to see what's in people's houses. I like stores. This is a start. Lately, I've been pegged as a "funny" writer -- he's wacky, he's oddball, he's homo (and he is) -- but I have always felt my work ran a bit deeper than that, even with lighter subjects."
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