– When I read this part of Mills’ excellent essay on Steve Jobs’s monomania, a giant foam finger appeared on my hand and I started chanting his name. Then I started hurling embarrassing insults at Mills’ literary opponents from my eighteen-dollar seat in the internet’s bleachers.
In June 2008, when the Celtics won their most recent championship, I was working nights at a phone-survey call center along with a significant portion of Boston’s DIY music scene and a bunch of friendly, hard-drinking middle-aged ladies. Our office was roughly 100 yards from the TD Bank North Garden, and we had to walk by it in order to get to the 7-11 that served as the only affordable, fast place in the neighborhood to get some food during our short breaks. Almost every night, we were tempted to solicit the scalpers for Van Halen tickets or Bruins tickets or Celtics tickets instead of going back to work and calling Midwestern families to ask them what they thought of their homeowners insurance. It should go without saying that, despite it spawning nearly all of my funniest workplace memories, the job sucked really bad.
Friend of the program Devon Maloney wrote a thing about the band Iceage today, and I was going to write a different thing about Iceage until things got shuffled around and now I’m not anymore, so instead of jogging this afternoon I organized some thoughts on the former and some thoughts that were originally going to find their way into the latter. Mostly: Iceage are getting really popular, and it’s weird, but not that weird.
Editor’s Note: This has been sitting in my drafts for months. It is a true story. I can’t remember what the other thing that happened was.
– Well put, Kill Screen. I will continue to not take your writers’ words on the subject of aesthetics, but I will visit your site as a source of late-breaking updates on your officemates’ partners’ ethnicities.
Just in time for election season, I made an MP3 of Homer Simpson angrily asking “When are people going to learn? Democracy. Doesn’t. Work.”
Feel free to listen to it on repeat instead of watching the news, or do what I did and set it as your ringtone. (Download)
The first wave of prompts, provided graciously by the illustrious “Uptown” David Cole, has been answered and can be found by clicking that thing, or clicking here. I’ve got a decent-sized backlog of prompts (especially at the current rate I’ve been answering them), but if you’re interested in participating, you are encouraged to let me know.
I still haven’t figured out exactly what format this is going to take.
A couple of weeks ago, I asked a few of my friends (and one person I know pretty tangentially and entirely over the internet) to send me five writing prompts. I’m still not sure exactly what a ‘writing prompt’ is, but they are my friends, and they’re smart, and they did a good job filtering my selfish request through their personal sensibilities.
Then I was totally busy for a couple of weeks.
But now: I am going to try and answer the prompts to the best of my ability. I will answer them in the order they were asked, and I will try and put each answer over 250 words. Once all of the prompts have been answered, I will probably ask for more prompts from different friends and different people I know pretty tangentially and entirely over the internet.
I decided last night that an explanation of who the person is and my relationship to them will act as a sort of sixth prompt from that person. I will do that one first.So here goes.