On Journalism and Criticism
In which I work out my own internal struggles – the oscillation between love and hate – with the field of journalism.
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.
All the years growing up in Western New York and not once did any of us ever consider getting out on the snaking Allegheny River that… Read More »Out for a Paddle
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.
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.
I hate fantasy football. I really do, man. I hate how it’s all but eroded my interest in football purely as a fan, to enjoy… Read More »I Hate Fantasy Football
My grandmother is an ageless anomaly, a spirited, joy-filled woman of 89 whose daily calendar allows for little downtime. She volunteers at the local hospital,… Read More »Conversations with Grandma