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Hello all you beautiful people.
It’s been awfully quiet around here the last few weeks, and I suppose I have some explaining to do (and apologies to Grandma, who briefly feared this meant I’d suffered some bodily harm). I wasn’t really sure what to do for 9/11, and spent a while debating whether or not to send out a short essay detailing my rather contrarian feelings on the subject; it felt a little ill-advised, and then by the next week, everyone had stopped talking about it completely, and then it seemed out of date and ill-advised. So.
The other major distractor has been one giant project that has consumed just about every spare moment–we’re talking train rides, lunch breaks, and evenings–for the past few weeks: grad school. A year and a half ago, on my way out of college, I could scarcely imagine wanting to spend more time doing research and writing papers. I was ready to get out into the world and earn a paycheck, convinced I’d keep learning and improving my writing on my own. To some degree I think I have, if I may say so; but I’ve also realized the limits of this approach. And over the course of the past year or so, I’ve done some serious soul-searching, and have begun to wonder if I need a slight change of course from the whole journalism world.
After letting all of that churn around a while, it’s led me to decide that I want to pursue a degree in creative writing. Since Mom says I shouldn’t go $50K into debt for a writing degree (what do parents know?), I’m holding out hope to get into a funded program, which, surprise, are absurdly competitive. Which is why I’ve spent the last few weeks obsessing over short story manuscripts instead of sending out letters about people I meet on trains and stuff. So consider this a pledge to get back to newslettering. I’m not sure I’ll keep up a weekly publishing schedule–it was starting to feel like a chore, and seriously how many commuter stories do you want?–but I promise to get back to it, and thanks for sticking around.
Also, if anyone knows anyone on Michigan’s MFA reading committee, drop me a line.
news & updates.
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On the campaign trail with Lincoln Chafee. thanks to Chris for passing this one along.
The SF beach shack that sold for $1.4M
Robert Bales: confessions of America’s most notorious war criminal.
What we really know about Bin Laden’s death.
Extremely Public Relations – tech vs journalists, and what’s left in between (on the continued saga of the Amazon/NYT showdown)
In praise of Melville’s whale chapters – on how yes, Moby-Dick has some brilliant philosophizing tangents on the nature of man and God and such, but it’s also a lot about actual whales.
Farenheit 451 was serialized in Playboy, and other interesting stuff about America’s most famous former-nudie mag.