It’s important to be magnanimous in defeat, so I would like to offer a hearty congratulations to the winners of last night’s election. Continue reading
Last night I walked around downtown Grand Rapids, feeling like a ghost who was haunting the city. You don’t have to die to leave your life behind; people do it all the time for different reasons. You can build up an idea of who you are, what your identity is, and have it pulled out from underneath you like the tablecloth in a cheap parlor trick. You’re left suspended in air for that brief moment before—like Wile E. Coyote in a Road Runner cartoon—you realize with horror that you’ve been defying the laws of physics. Then when you finally hit the ground, it doesn’t feel like you’ll ever get back up. Continue reading
I’ve been a Kanye West apologist for years, much to my wife’s chagrin. “But he’s such a misogynist asshole,” she would protest anytime I would mention him. “Well yeah,” I would respond, “but he makes such great music.”
It’s often difficult to know where to draw the line when separating an artist from his or her music. It’s only the rare occasion that the line is clearly drawn, like with Bill Cosby. How many people are going to be firing up their Cosby Show DVDs now, after it has become entirely apparent that he is a serial rapist? Well, apparently Kanye has no problem with it. Continue reading
One of my fondest memories of my mother involves killer robots. It was early July, 1991, and by some set of circumstances I can’t recall my father and sister were not home that day. It was just me and my mom. She made me my favorite dinner (spaghetti and meatballs) and asked if there was a movie I would want to go see. I answered without hesitation: Terminator 2. Continue reading
I quit comedy today. I quit because I love it and I felt like it wasn’t loving me back. I quit because it’s hard, and sometimes I just want things to be easy. I quit because I was depressed, and when I’m depressed I can’t imagine ever being funny again. I quit because I’m tired. I mean really, existentially tired. Continue reading
Last year for my obligatory year-end “best of” post, I wrote about the best songs of 2013. It had been a pretty damn good year for music, so it seemed like a natural choice to focus on that. In 2014… well, I was a bit underwhelmed by most of the music that came out. Not all of it, mind you, but there just wasn’t as much great music as the year before. So to mix it up for the new year, I’m branching out a bit and writing about all of my favorite things of 2014.