The Golden Plains.
That’s what I’ve taken to calling it in my mind, anyway. Partly because one of the sights that never fails to pull at my heartstrings is a field of cornstalks as it ages into gold in the early autumn. 298 more words
There are plenty of these already. Why add to the noise?
A semi-reasonable justification: from what I’ve seen poking around the web the past few years, many blogs about transitioning out of academia have a built-in expiration. 494 more words
I listened to a lot of Jay Reatard back in the Dianella Fishbowl Dayze (2007-2010), I even put his compilations of 7” single releases Matador Singles ’08 at the top of my list of albums of the year, published in whatever magazine I was working for at the time. 2,323 more words