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Mama, I’m Coming Home

Mama, I’m Coming Home

Mama, I’m Coming Home Years ago, a thirteen-year old kid with a serious jones for The Beatles, Buck Owens and 60s jangle bands was hanging out with a slightly older friend. “You should listen to this. It’s cool.” As is the case with most kids going through those

Standing for Nothing

Standing for Nothing

A lot of us have asked ourselves when it started. This slow slide into whatever the hell version of reality we’re trapped in now. If you’re an adherent to “the worst timeline” type thing, it’s easy to see the butterfly’s wings in motion back when that

What We Stand to Lose at Dinosaur

What We Stand to Lose at Dinosaur

There’s a photo in a family photo album, from way back when you took a thing called film to a place called a photomat, where they did a thing called developing said film, and you put a physical copy of the resulting photograph in a book where your mom

For Your TBR Stack

For Your TBR Stack

My favorite job, in a lifetime of many jobs, was managing for WaldenBooks in the late '90s. I loved Waldens. It was, to me, way better than whatever Barnes & Noble is now. I don't like going into bookstores and having the same damn books suggested to

The Mundane Hulk

The Mundane Hulk

When I heard that Hulk Hogan died, I didn’t think about Terry Bollea. I thought about being seven years old, sitting too close to the TV, watching WrestleMania III. I thought about the way Hogan’s music hit—"Real American" crackling through grainy speakers—and how the

What We Were Taught

What We Were Taught

Today I got this meme in a text from a friend. One of those internet declarations that gets passed around like gospel: “School never taught us how to do our taxes, but we sure learned how to square dance.” My first thought—and the response I sent in the group