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The good book

May 22nd, 2019

The House on the Hillside has been getting something of a makeover for the past year and a half. While the biggest driver has been the pending arrival of the kid, it began as a pair of independent projects where Maura wanted to carve out a studio/reading room for herself in the attic and I […]

My love of Josie and the Pussycats dates back to mid-Seventies, when syndicated reruns of the animated power trio triggered early stirrings of Young Andrew’s sexuality. My ignorance about the nature of those feelings, combined with prevailing notions among my peers of it being “a girls’ show,” shamed me into hiding that love through my […]

When came to my relationship with my father, the key word was “despite.” Despite Gus being a poor excuse for parent, I still managed to turn out okay. Despite his rampant hypocrisy in practice, he managed to instill within me a strong moral code. Despite being pretty sexist in a lot of respects, he somehow […]

I had thought my father’s funeral would be mirror the Comedian’s service in Watchmen — shitty weather, a handful of mourners lost in their individual memories of the man, and a brief set of platitudes uttered over the departed’s remains. When it was over, we’d briefly shake hands or hug before retreating to our personal […]

I was driving through the tunnel and had my phone muted, so I missed Lil Bro’s text. I didn’t even realize he’d sent it until I started settling into my cubicle and my phone buzzed. “Did you get my text? The visiting nurse found Dad dead this morning.” I didn’t feel sad or guilty or […]

Front and center

May 9th, 2019

Pal Keith was ruminating the other day about his recent trip to Berlin, and how much its high-density, pedestrian-friendly model contrasts with the auto-happy sprawl on this side of the pond. Some of that can be chalked up to the encirclement the west sector of that city experienced during the Cold War, along with Europe’s […]

Maura and I picked up the old man at the rehab, located in the ass end of North Andover. It was first time I’d seen him in a month and he looked…not great, but considerably better than the previous time I saw him. He was still depressingly thin and shrunken, but had put on a […]

The old man’s move into rehab was delayed by a lack of available beds and a flu epidemic which ruled out a facility in nearby Wilmington in favor on one up in North Andover. We kept in touch through texts and phone calls, but I didn’t bother visiting him in person. When this shit started […]

This site emerged from a primordial stew of influences, one of the most prominent being the wave of “archival” mp3 blogs which sprung up in the middle Aughts. Sites with names like Little Hits or Phoenix Hairpins or Last Days of Man on Earth would post digital rips of out-of-print vinyl obscurities alongside enough written […]

Back and there again

April 25th, 2019

Giddy off the contact nostalgia from the Rules Cyclopedia and frustrated at being unable to locate my original stack of 1st edition rulebooks, I recently embarked on a quest to reassemble the core texts of my earliest Dungeons & Dragons campaigns. It’s still missing Unearthed Arcana and The Best of Dragon III. I’m still debating […]

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