Archive for 2010

Look, Listen, Repeat.

Friday, August 13th, 2010

I’m happy to say that I’ve joined the crew at St. Louis Magazine’s Look/Listen blog. I’ll be writing book things, reviews and thoughts and who knows what else. My first bit is a review of Gary Shteyngart’s third novel, Super Sad True Love Story.

Satire as a literary mode of expression is problematic. Speaking of humor generally, I once attempted to suss out the issue with Jensen Whelan by calling it (satire) a drunk who requires something sturdy nearby, lest it falls into a puddle of its own sick. The Shteyngart review is a chance to address the issue a bit more thoroughly.

Wisconsin is a Place

Sunday, June 13th, 2010

A few Sunday’s back I listened to Jodeci’s “All My Life” with Nicholas Peterson and we both sang along. It was sublime. And then the weekend following, four of us packed into a car and drove into Wisconsin, a land of at least milk and bratwurst but I can’t speak for honey. Please note that my yellow hat reads, “Rap Hurts,” and that I inherited it from a rapper from Minnesota who has no idea that I inherited it.

Wissy boys from David Thomas on Vimeo.

So Quick, These

Friday, June 4th, 2010

Hobart has just posted a nice, healthy roundtable discussion among twelve writers who either have a book out recently or one coming soon. Some truly interesting people in the group (who I won’t link here because it’s work, but you’ve got fingers, you’ve got a search bar), and I thank them for the experience: Jedediah Berry, Andrew Ervin, Roxane Gay, Rachel B. Glaser, Julia Holmes, Caitlin Horrocks, Holly Goddard Jones, Tom McAllister, Laura van den Berg, Kevin Wilson, and Mike Young. And then me. Too.

Also: I’m a blogging machine over at Dude Life. Travels and photos and skate videos and a huge amount of bullshit. Swing by.

Also also! On Saturday, June 12, I’ll teach a three-hour workshop on dialogue at the University of Chicago’s downtown Gleacher Center. Would love to see you…info here.

A Certain (Dude) Life

Saturday, May 15th, 2010

I’m fortunate enough to be part of a truly impressive collective of like-minded artists who value blank over this other…

Actually, no, but I hang out with a cadre of assholes who have a blog and a thick, serious rep around town called Dude Life. Tonight I posted my first piece of writing there, about the Shane Oneill debacle (tiny inside joke). It’s about skateboarding specifically, but generally about payment for digital content, and shifting paradigms of consumption and a certain Scientologist’s fingers playing through the hair of the industry. It’s called “Three Dollars.”

I’m just back from the Banksy movie, too, after which it occurred to me: here’s an alternative to Dave Wallace’s famous suggestion about sincere, artistic anti-rebels freeing us all from irony’s tyrannical grasp. Which is tossing a grenade into the whole sincere-ironic discussion, obliterating the distinction completely. The result, for me anyway, was a stange floaty headache and desire to lean over the mall atrium’s railing and spit.

More soon. If you want a rundown on the Shane Oneill thing just ask.