In which I work out my own internal struggles – the oscillation between love and hate – with the field of journalism.
Punk bands aren’t supposed to age well. That’s why Strung Out’s latest release is so confounding.
The last two months appear like one, big amorphous blob of days. Thank god for pens.
Dread’s cruelty is that he’s grown more deceptive with age: he’s much louder than he’s ever been, yet the lie has never been thinner.
A small compilation of photographed moments from a very good year.
One billion Sunday sermons and several hundred pages of scripture distilled into a single, foundational directive: Be good to each other.
Quick news on the work front: I had the good fortune to again work with Ithaca-based Gera Films, this time pitching in a short, little ditty for a commercial for an East Aurora gift shop.