MANIC STREET PREACHERS “JOURNAL FOR PLAGUE LOVERS”

‘Cleaning, and cooking, and flower-arranging / dissolves a kind of liberation.’ "Virginia State Epileptic Colony" by Manic Street Preachers It seemed like a good time to revisit this album. Recorded in 2009, Journal for Plague Lovers acts as a companion piece to The Holy Bible, the last studio album recorded with the band's former "rhythm guitarist" and childhood friend,...

RAMY Season 2

What I’m about to state is going to sound bad but I honestly, and sincerely, mean it in the best way possible.  The Hulu original series RAMY is probably the closest I will ever get to truly empathizing with the neverending plight of the millenial fuckboi. Despite that only being subtly hinted in on the series logline (A first generation Muslim American is caught between life as part of a...

13 Excuses I Make About Finding Stillness In My Life

Ryan Holiday has a good tweet: And as much as I want to I find it impossible to fully embrace. Let's go through the list: Journal: I try. Believe me. I've got notebooks everywhere with half started journals and stories. I even started a new one for Life in the Time of COVID and it lasted all of a week and a half before I had a bad day that the journal would have been PERFECT for but felt...

Family Story

I’ve been living scared ever since the day my daughter was born.  I’ve been scared of every other motorist on the road, all of the sugar and preservatives jam packed in food, the early on set male pattern baldness and diabetes very prominently embedded in my genetic code. I’ve been scared of how lazy I get on the days I have off, how reckless I am when it comes to money and how...

The Wes Anderson Narcotic

Writer/director Wes Anderson has always had an extremely particular style of film making. The pastel color palettes, the hypnotically symmetrical shot compositions, the slow motion walk ups accompanied by ’70s pop songs, the idiosyncratic character driven tales of fucked up families front lined by unbelievably shitty father figures have been combined (and refined) over the course of nine films...

90’s Artefact: SHAMPOO

‘Hippy chicks are sad and supermodels suck / riot grrrls, diet grrrls, who really gives a fuck?'"Viva La Megababes" by Shampoo Sitting outside Woolworth's in Stevenage, a girl whose name I can no longer remember regarded me with slight disappointment as I lifted the CD single from its plastic bag, turning it over, examining the cover's collage of similar photographs dyed in different colours...

A Foreword

An autobiography is defined as “an account of a person’s life written by that person.” It is a catalogue of a person’s life and times told candidly with details and biases only found through having lived each moment first hand. It’s narrative is usually presented through the rose colored glasses of nostalgia contrasted with a hint of regret to imbue it with just enough dramatic tension...

JPEGMAFIA “ALL MY HEROES ARE CORNBALLS”

I am not a fan of this generation’s hip hop. All of that bubblegum colored, vibe obsessed, face tattooed, mush mouthed, non-sensical mumble rap nonsense that’s been trending for the past few years I could definitely do without. If every millennial sad boy with a Lil in their moniker disappeared from this world in a cloud of vape smoke, a tear I would not shed. But that’s just the...

Me & McSweeney’s Down by the Schoolyard

On 9/15/19, the following was submitted to the acclaimed literary humor site, McSweeney's Internet Tendency. On 9/20/19, a gracious and empathetic rejection email (personally written / non-boilerplate) was sent back in response, providing even further evidence why McSweeney's is fucking awesome. Me & A McSWEENEY’s Rejection Letter: Collision Course Collision course?! Why a collision...

It Happened One Morning Drop-Off • A Blusterhouse Index

It's back! Every parent's favorite time of year is finally here, BACK TO SCHOOL SZN! In honor of my little girl having just started the first grade, I proudly present a list of all the weirdest things that happened last year in kindergarten during the wild, magical and mysteriously strange time known as morning drop-off.  10.  After having lived in one of the more affluent upper-middle...