Tag Archives: Mark Twain
Okay, Maybe I Have to Re-Write (and how my habit of trolling may get me published)
Today is the day that I stare into the narcolepsy-inducing abyss of needing to re-write my book. The main reason is simply because the next phase will me more laborious than the actual creative process– and this has to do … Continue reading
Mark Twain on Journalism
“It seems to me that just in the ratio that our newspapers increase, our morals decay. The more newspapers the worse morals. Where we have one newspaper that does good, I think we have fifty that do harm. We ought … Continue reading
Traveling with the not-so-innocents abroad
It amazes me, just how integrally weak the modern first-world traveller really is. When Mark Twain traveled past these alkalai lakes, traversing Mormon territory and negotiating the vast expanses of sprawling, quasi-volcanic spreads that sometimes remind one of the Badlands, … Continue reading
Book introductions, and why I hate them
I now have a rule which is nearly intractable: I am no longer going to read the introduction to a book. At the very LEAST, I’m waiting until after the book is read by me, before doing so. And ‘d … Continue reading
Hey, I never said I was THAT prolific
As alluded to earlier in the last post, today (and for that matter yesterday) has managed to be swallowed up in the blast radius of a giant pulse bomb known as “circumstances.” Take that to mean work, the day, the … Continue reading
Canonize Chesterton? Only if I can be there!
The other day, I read this fantastic rundown of Gilbert Keith Chesterton’s writing. I was reminded yet again why I love him so much–if Mark Twain and CS Lewis fell simultaneously into a hay-bailer, you’d get GK in a tight … Continue reading
How to become a schizophrenic with one reading app
I never in my life ever expected humanity’s ever-increasing appetite for acceleration to come to the point that the very act of reading would become a veritable Asperger’s simulation chamber. But it’s happened. Don’t believe it? Peep this app: I … Continue reading
If I get my hands on the Rosetta Stone, I’m smashing it
We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that the savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter. Mark twain – A Tramp Abroad In … Continue reading
Master Of None 