Monthly Archives: August 2019

The night David Berman died I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts kept racing like desperate rats in a maze with no exit. I read a book, watched TV, kept turning off the light, then turning it back on again. I’d open the computer for no reason and click around aimlessly, then put it away. With theContinue reading “What keeps me from sleeping”

David Berman killed himself last week. He was fifty-two. I’m really sad about it. I never got to meet him but was a huge fan for many years. Few could turn a phrase like him. I don’t hold what he did against him. It’s really hard to keep living. I’m sure he held on asContinue reading “Nights That Won’t Happen”

I decided to quit Google. It’s a thing I’ve been thinking about doing for a year or two, so last weekend I finally pulled the trigger. The reasons are many, but basically boil down to a need to cut down on pointless internet use and a resentment at the all-pervasiveness and ubiquity of one company’sContinue reading “Ungoogling myself”