Of note: GettingDiscovered.net
When we were in college, my friend Matt and I would plot almost every day over coffee how to make money through ridiculous means. There were plans for ethanol plants, buying stocks on margins, and – most ridiculous of all – starting a small press.
Just look at him, scheming.
Our dreams of hand-stitched bindings and home-screenprinted covers have been left behind as I’ve moved 555 miles (almost exactly) away from his home in Muncie, Ind., but we haven’t left behind impractical get-rich-very-slowly schemes.
You see, Matt works retail, and I wait tables. But that’s not, exactly, what we do. I mean, it’s how we pay the bills, which, in turn, is how we keep our wives from strangling us in our sleep. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: December 30th, 2010 | Author: Matthew | Filed under: Life and Life Only, Music, Writing | No Comments »A Memoriam
A friend of mine from middle school died last week, the day before my birthday. Her name was Anna.
I can’t tell you much about who she was or what she loved; we pretty much stopped talking after about 1998. There was no falling out; there wasn’t anything like that. It was your standard “I’m a teenager and given to taking other people for granted” schtick.
Anna, for the record, is second row, far left. I'm in the back row, with the center hair part and creepy glare.