Charles Daly - Cut-Rate Curmudgeon
It’s 1:30PM, what are you watching? Assuming you’re free in the middle of the day and you don’t use that time to read or job-hunt or learn a new skill, you are probably not watching daytime TV. According to the ratings, the days of the twenty-something unemployed daytime TV viewer
I was in Alabama hanging out with some locals, where else but on a porch. The breeze stopped blowing and a cloud of flies descended on us. Wayne, the old man whose porch we were sitting on turned to his friend: ‘Get the gun,’ he said, with a dribble of
Whether it’s racism, or just a case of ignorance; kids in Asia are blending fashion trends in ways that shock and confuse the West.
This piece originally appeared, in part, at DalyProse.com Writers are hard to shop for. Our tools are simple but we can be hopelessly picky about them–I don’t know how many wide-ruled legal pads I’ve re-gifted–we already have all the books, and the things we really want you might not be
It starts with a few bars you’ve known since you still believed in Santa. Maybe it’s sleigh bells backing up electric guitar. You freeze. You feel it right in the sphincter, the holiday season has begun. Sometimes it comes early. Sometimes you stay home to avoid it. But there is
Depression is expensive. You eat junk food and order delivery because cooking and cleaning up sounds like slow torture. Your productivity falls off or you lose your job entirely. You miss obligations–everything feels like an obligation. You’re haunted by your elusive potential and the feeling that you’re letting everyone down.
I’m on the phone with Justin Alexander. He’s calling from the roof of a Mexican restaurant where he’s bivouacking (sleeping under the stars) somewhere in the American Southwest. He explains that rooftops are ideal for urban camping. They provide safety and concealment and tend to pick up free wifi–tonight he’s