Frank’s Log III

My voice. My own fucking voice. Well, who knows? That one fret on that one string of that one guitar effects a certain note, but we wouldn’t say that fret has its own voice. That one key thingy on that one clarinet doesn’t have its own voice. The instrument is the voice. So what frickin… More Frank’s Log III

Excerpt from “The Broom of the System,” and Comments on Vanity

Here are a few words on vanity from pages 22-23 of David Foster Wallace’s The Broom of the System – a novel that developed from one of his undergrad theses: “A story, please.” “You want a story.” “Please.” “Did get a rather interesting one today.” “Go for it.” “Depressing, though.” “I want to hear it.” “Concerned a man… More Excerpt from “The Broom of the System,” and Comments on Vanity

I Actually Care

So. In my last post about not caring, I got pretty bitchy. I don’t know if it was totally accurate, but can you really be accurate when describing yourself? Every description I make of myself has a limited scope of truth – it’s limited and altered by everything from mood and environment to the audience and… More I Actually Care

So. In my last post about not caring, I got pretty bitchy. I don’t know if it was totally accurate, but can you really be accurate when describing yourself? Every description I make of myself has a limited scope of truth – it’s limited and altered by everything from mood and environment to the audience and… More I Actually Care