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As promised, here’s Jason Blair’s Q&A with Tift Merritt. A lot has been written about your voice. When were you first aware of your own voice? The first time I remember being aware of my own voice was when I had my first apartment. I would sing all the time and play music in the middle of the night and my neighbors would bang on the wall, telling me to be quiet. And I thought, I didn’t realize I was singing that loud… Continue reading
Sleepless in Centralia Taking my lumps for marriage by Sally Sheklow Continue reading
… if I could figure out how to type out the melody of “The Final Countdown,” I would. But I can’t, so I’ll spare you. ANYWAY, you have approximately seven hours left in which to vote for the Best of Eugene. And we want your ballots. Yes, yours — and yours, and yours, and that guy over there’s. Remember, kids, if you don’t vote, you don’t get to complain about the direction our country’s heading. Er, I mean, the businesses which take home the magical sparkly winners’ certificates. Continue reading
John McCain said the mistake in Vietnam was that the U.S. didn’t go all out, invading and bombing north Vietnam. Historians say that could have lead to massive casualties and war with China’s huge army. A fellow Vietnam POW said McCain’s an unstable hot head: Continue reading
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I think I have a crush on Craig Ferguson now. (For what he says, folks. Though that accent sure doesn’t hurt…) Continue reading
Goodness. First it’s the Oregon Book Awards, then it’s the Booker Prize. Shortlists for both arrived today; in the words of Bookslut, “Tonight, fans of world literature symbolically lock Salman Rushdie back in a closet and inwardly dread the prospect of working through 5,000 pages of something called ‘The Northern Clemency’.” Continue reading
Blogging as it goes. I’ll try to turn this into something a bit more coherent in the morning! Last season, I loved this show. This season, 24 minutes into the premiere, I’m not impressed. It’s trying too hard to be exciting; it’s gone the predicable place already; it’s become less plausible than ever before. Two humans aren’t going to escape a Terminator. Not without help. I’m already frustrated. And trying to write without spoilers, since I can’t remember how to do a jump at the moment. Continue reading
And now it’s Monday. Isn’t it? I feel a little discombobulated. I’m pretty sure it’s Monday, and I’m tired, and I keep babbling incoherently to anyone who’ll listen about how much fun MFNW was. Seriously. Babble, babble, ramble, meander. Continue reading
So I got a little behind. Forgive me. Let me shift into present tense so I can pretend I’m not writing two days late. Continue reading