Selected Things I Feel Guilty About

This Week

Saying ‘tits’ in conversation with my girlfriend, forgetting momentarily that she hates the term

Attending an event with a new friend, and leaving him stranded for an extended period with people he did not know

Raising my voice to the cat (cf. “Selected Things I Feel Embarrassed About”)

Made plans to call my mother; have not yet called

This Month

Was rude to an upselling car rental agent at the Denver Airport. He capitalized on my obvious fatigue, and talked me into upgrading to a Chevy Impala (from a Fiat). This doubled my bill, and I left the building in a huff without saying goodnight

Not enjoying Richard Linklater’s Boyhood

Made plans to call my mother; have not yet called

This Year

When moving out of prev. apartment, lied about having cleaned my oven with oven cleaner. Used dishsoap, which was minimally effective. Ended up paying to have the oven cleaned from my security deposit (at my own suggestion), but lied and blamed the shoddy job on the cleaners, who had never been hired

All-Time

Wrote music reviews for York University’s student paper in 2006. At the outset, sent an email to Constellation Records asking for press copies of all current releases, which they did send, asking only that I send them the review(s) when printed. One review was printed, but I never sent it to them

One day in Omaha, NE One day in Omaha, NE One day in Omaha, NE

One day in Omaha, NE

Oddities in Sidney, Nebraska Oddities in Sidney, Nebraska Oddities in Sidney, Nebraska Oddities in Sidney, Nebraska

Oddities in Sidney, Nebraska

Two months ago, right after we moved in together, Georgia and I went to the SPCA to adopt a cat. Before arriving at the cat room, we walked through the dog kennels and heard an ornery meow coming from one of the stalls. We looked over and saw Puma (as he was known then). He was incredibly overweight - so fat that he was too big to fit in the cat cages. We went in and said hi, and knew that we had to take him home. We saw some kittens later on, but prying one of them out of the hands of a happy young kid seemed decidedly uncouth. 
Now, I’ve become one of those obvious types that’s obsessed with their cat (we call him Orson now). Luckily, he’s happy to model when I’m testing out spot metering with my Stylus Epic.  Two months ago, right after we moved in together, Georgia and I went to the SPCA to adopt a cat. Before arriving at the cat room, we walked through the dog kennels and heard an ornery meow coming from one of the stalls. We looked over and saw Puma (as he was known then). He was incredibly overweight - so fat that he was too big to fit in the cat cages. We went in and said hi, and knew that we had to take him home. We saw some kittens later on, but prying one of them out of the hands of a happy young kid seemed decidedly uncouth. 
Now, I’ve become one of those obvious types that’s obsessed with their cat (we call him Orson now). Luckily, he’s happy to model when I’m testing out spot metering with my Stylus Epic.  Two months ago, right after we moved in together, Georgia and I went to the SPCA to adopt a cat. Before arriving at the cat room, we walked through the dog kennels and heard an ornery meow coming from one of the stalls. We looked over and saw Puma (as he was known then). He was incredibly overweight - so fat that he was too big to fit in the cat cages. We went in and said hi, and knew that we had to take him home. We saw some kittens later on, but prying one of them out of the hands of a happy young kid seemed decidedly uncouth. 
Now, I’ve become one of those obvious types that’s obsessed with their cat (we call him Orson now). Luckily, he’s happy to model when I’m testing out spot metering with my Stylus Epic.  Two months ago, right after we moved in together, Georgia and I went to the SPCA to adopt a cat. Before arriving at the cat room, we walked through the dog kennels and heard an ornery meow coming from one of the stalls. We looked over and saw Puma (as he was known then). He was incredibly overweight - so fat that he was too big to fit in the cat cages. We went in and said hi, and knew that we had to take him home. We saw some kittens later on, but prying one of them out of the hands of a happy young kid seemed decidedly uncouth. 
Now, I’ve become one of those obvious types that’s obsessed with their cat (we call him Orson now). Luckily, he’s happy to model when I’m testing out spot metering with my Stylus Epic. 

Two months ago, right after we moved in together, Georgia and I went to the SPCA to adopt a cat. Before arriving at the cat room, we walked through the dog kennels and heard an ornery meow coming from one of the stalls. We looked over and saw Puma (as he was known then). He was incredibly overweight - so fat that he was too big to fit in the cat cages. We went in and said hi, and knew that we had to take him home. We saw some kittens later on, but prying one of them out of the hands of a happy young kid seemed decidedly uncouth. 

Now, I’ve become one of those obvious types that’s obsessed with their cat (we call him Orson now). Luckily, he’s happy to model when I’m testing out spot metering with my Stylus Epic. 

Screenwriting Isn’t Writing

newyorker:

Richard Brody on why F. Scott Fitzgerald struggled to succeed in Hollywood: http://nyr.kr/UA3JWY

“Cowan, the producer who commissioned the script, went to Fitzgerald for what would ultimately be the raw material for a director; Fitzgerald attempted to provide Cowan with a dish that was completely cooked. The usual danger, with hyperwritten screenplays, is precisely that they come out overcooked.”

Photograph of F. Scott Fitzgerald by Hulton Archive/Getty.