If you didn’t catch my rambler about last season’s finale of this fantastic AMC drama, you can check it out here, and if you haven’t seen the show at all, flog yourself immediately, apply some ointment, then settle down with someone you care to share the darkness with and watch it straight through. You know the darkness I’m… Continue Reading
Occupy Your Street
Occupy Wall Street knew where it ate, but not where it slept. It knew who its friends were, but not its affections. It knew that somewhere, some lucrous virulence was metastasizing, unchecked within the body, but it knew not where, or how long the patient might reasonably be expected to survive. “Poor America, tossed on… Continue Reading
Drunken American – Bangkok
I wrote the majority of what you’re about to read a few months ago while my wife and I were staying in Bangkok at the tale’s end of a long and luxurious honeymoon. Given The Rambler’s implied immediacy, I feel like this requires some explanation. Normally, my schtick is that I sit down and write… Continue Reading
Steve Jobs
It will, I’m sure, surprise precisely none of you that I didn’t know Steve Jobs in any way. Still, when I learned about his death on Wednesday, I was saddened. This came as quite a surprise to me, since I’m not a sentimental person by nature. Although I enjoy and use Apple products, I’ve typically… Continue Reading
Don’t Call It A Comeback–Really, Please Don’t
It’s been too-too long. I wish I could say I’ve been furiously penning the next less-than-great American novel, but I haven’t. I’ve done very little in the way of writing, and have grown fat because of it. Back in July, about a month into the drought, I began to wonder if my lack of production… Continue Reading
“And I’m Up While the Dawn is Breaking”
Dear Vagabonds, Drunkards and Saints: Greetings from the other side of marriage! I am remiss for not writing to you last week, but I was overwhelmed with the responsibilities of my impending nuptials. I was married to Molly R. Gutman–now Molly R. Webb–on June 18th at approximately 18:00 PST. It was a wonderful party I’m… Continue Reading
My Las Vegas Bachelor Party
My first official decision as a newly engaged man was to seize cliché’s warm and comforting bosom with both hands and plant my face in it. Not only was I going to have a traditional bachelor party, I was going to have the most trite and overdone bachelor party imaginable: Vegas, strip club, gambling, drinking… Continue Reading
The Tree of Life
I’ve spent a few days chewing over Terrence Malick’s “The Tree of Life” and reading most of the reviews I could find. Normally, I don’t write about movies because I don’t have much to say, and if I do, there’s usually someone who has said it first or said it better. And while I can’t… Continue Reading
Drunk in America – San Francisco
There was a time I loved San Francisco. Having grown up in a pleasant suburban purgatory, San Francisco’s brooding weather and temperamental streets, which seemed to shift their direction and location from visit to visit, were a welcome West Coast metropole. I’ve mentioned previously that I never quite found my rhythm with Los Angeles, or… Continue Reading
Shelter and the Storm
It was drizzling this morning when I left. The sky was all misted over, with just enough blue bleeding through to give the low grey clouds a violet pallor. The light shower fell with a windward slant that slicked my just shaved head and nurtured in me a pleasant melancholy, as my hooded sweatshirt turned… Continue Reading
