This is a placeholder goodbye. Time for times to be changing. There was a weird consolidation that happened when I wasn't paying attention. The Awl, where I've done the bulk of my work, migrated to Medium — kind of like a WeWork but for websites. I also had been putting some stuff up there because, frankly, it was easier than arguing with an editor, and I was in a space where avoiding arguing with an editor came at a premium. But boom, there it is, so basically all the stuff that I've written in the past te
I'm gonna miss these primaries, specifically for the Republican half. Never has there been a more sad-sack hopeless assemblage of deluded types who either thought that the electorate might accidentally nominate them and/or that Jesus called them on the Jesus-phone and said, "Hey run for president!" And this was a field day for people who like to make fun of people who deserve being made fun of. (I am a person that likes to make fun of people who deserve being made fun of.) An embarrassment of riches. Like B
This is all irrelevant (other than for nostalgia!) but for one moment: as we were laughing and getting giddy on Jolt Cola as the sun was rising that Saturday morning, we were also playing records, as one did at the time, and of course we put on "Purple Rain". It had been out for a year or two already, so we all had it pretty much memorized. And so in our perpetual teened-up state, it only seemed natural at the end of the title song for me and another guy to lock arms to form a bridge of sorts and another fr