Thomas Israel Hopkins's Mimeograph 2.0 Paradigm!

Hanging by the window.

In the middle of a movies-about-writers kick (excluding, for my current purposes, movies about screenwriters and playwrights, and movies about writers derived from the work of Stephen King, which are both multitudinous and wholely different kettles of fish, I think). Here’s what I’ve got at the moment—movies about writers both fictional and real, movies where [...]

Snow.

To paraphrase a smart person I talked to recently about Not One Damn Dime: first, people will just buy the stuff they need the day before or the day after, and second, even if you got every pissed-off left-of-center American—or not even left, just pissed—to go along with it, wouldn’t the only real noticeable effects [...]

A glass in my sink.

The ability to post retroactively while using an automated weblog system freaks me out a little bit. What’s to stop a person from blogging back to the nineteenth century? Or years into the future? (But then, come to think of it, I’m sure someone, somewhere, has already done that, or is already doing that.)

Due slow and gently.

In the window.

Early morning, New Year’s.