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

More Thoughts on Vanity, and the Genuineness of Character

In a recent post I entered a wrestling match with vanity. There was no victor. Vanity is strange, because while the word conjures up a distinct state of constant self-assessment in regards to our outward appearances, it could potentially weigh constantly on our relations to others in myriad ways. Vanity also raises a lot of… More More Thoughts on Vanity, and the Genuineness of Character

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

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