Another great piece from The Millions

Once again The Millions delivers with a thought-provoking inquiry into the eerie similarities between the Airborne Toxic Event in Don DeLillo's dystopic masterpiece White Noise and the Gulf Oil Spill. The Millions is quickly becoming mandatory reading for me.

Check out the essay here.

Congratulations!

Congrats are in order for Mr. Alan Stewart Carl over at It Ain't What'cha Write for graduating with an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University. Mr. Carl is a helluva talent and I wish him the best of luck with his shiny new degree.

For a resfresher you can read my interview with Mr. Carl from earlier this year here.

Zombie Summer continues!

Zombie Summer over at xTx's blog, Nothing to Say, keeps on rolling with today's impressive short story, "Outside the Box" by John Haggerty.

Check out the story here.

Our Love

I realized recently that the last time I posted some of my songs I sort of just threw them up here without any context as to why they should be important or anything like that. So, in order to rectify that situation, here's a re-post of the lyrics and mp3 of one of my songs, which I recorded with my misnomered duo, Noble Three (with Patrick Rickelton of prattle on, rick. and now Nuelore).

Here the sitch with the song:

Happy 4th, y'all!

ZIP! BANG! BOOM!

Happy Independence Day to all my American friends!

Blogs of note

Here you go. This has nothing to do with writing, per se, but the definitions for these completely made up words are hilarious and insightful. Check it out: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

My favorite by far is the "Cissy Kick":

"Twang of resentment at the sibilant c—as in porcine, decent, and celery—a letter that could k but instead simpers amongst the more kickass consonants like a sloth trying to make friends in a crosswalk."

Sloth in a crosswalk making friends--damn that knocks me out everytime I read it.

Writer Spotlight: River T. Huffman

River Huffman is a chameleon. His stories deal with hitmen and hungry wolves and down and out pitchers, never alighting in the same place twice. Yet throughout his work a slim ribbon of dread traces between the words and sentences, turning poetry readings into panic-inducing events, and a late morning lie-in into a master class in duplicity. His stories are concise, and pianful, and traverse the wide gulf between what we say to one another and what we mean. Though much of his work is hard to find on the internet, I've linked to one of his best, "The Reliever" in the interview I conducted with him last month over email.

The interview follows after the jump, and you can find the link to "The Reliever" in question #2.