You mustn’t confuse a single failure with a final defeat. —F. SCOTT FITZGERALD “Tender is the Night” IF I DIAL UP the aperture and peer back on the past ten years (which is roughly the amount of time I’ve spent out of high school pursuing my chosen ends), I can say with unflinching honesty that the … Continue reading Failure: The Unseen Bucket of Blood
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. —D. H. LAWRENCE, Self-Pity I KEEP A CUTTING … Continue reading Lessons in Self-Sabotage
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing glove. —P. G WODEHOUSE, Very Good, Jeeves! I WRITE AN EMAIL to the co-ordinator of my university course at least once a month. It always comes out the same way: a friendly ‘Hi’ at the beginning, a casual ‘Cheers’ at the end, and … Continue reading Wrecked and Broke
Un-slumping yourself is not easily done. —DR. SEUSS, Oh, The Places You’ll Go! I’M NOT ENTIRELY SURE about other people, but I usually spend most of my working hours in quiet alarm, feeling less like the captain of some great steam train traversing a continent (or at least a few prickly suburbs) and more … Continue reading Grit
I overheard a conversation between two guys earlier today. They were talking about travel and one said to the other with more than a paltry smack of boasting, “I’ve done Switzerland, three times!” Now, aside from the grammatical implications of speaking about a country as though it were a thing that could be completed – … Continue reading The Travelling Insect.
When I sit down to write I always come on too strong. Each time I am a virgin in bed with a beautiful woman—all elbows and clammy feet. I am too eager to please. Too concerned with how I look to her. Too bewildered that this time might mean something or everything. Too afraid that … Continue reading A Mature Hour
Anyone who knows me, knows what a massive tree-hugger I am—a Level 10 nature poet who acquires a very goofy look of childish wonder when amongst a patch of greenery. So, when photos surface, like the ones of Glenn McGrath sporting fatigues, a rifle, a proud smile, and a discernible hard-on in front of some … Continue reading Glenn McGrath: On Killing an Elephant.
It’s almost Christmas, which for me, has typically meant a ratchet’ing up of my Grinch’ian persona, who although doesn’t try to steal Christmas, becomes particularly enraged by annual retail psychosis and consumer stuff-lust. Each and every December, my usually pleasant trips to the local shops become ghastly assaults on my person and senses where I subsequently play … Continue reading HUMBUG! AND OTHER CHRISTMAS THOUGHTS
Russell Brand’s recent fisticuffs interview with BBC politician-slayer Jeremy Paxman, in which he passionately pissed on current democratic systems while championing for some kind of socialist-leaning proletariat revolt, was received with standing applause from millions of people who although adept with GIFs, arguably possess a toast crumb of political nous and routinely demonstrate genuine desire … Continue reading Russell Brand’s Revolutionary Road