Hooray, I Don’t Make Toothpaste
An empty cargo boat is sitting in the Puget Sound with nothing to do. I see as many as three of them at once sometimes from the window of my apartment. Tonight, my girlfriend is going to cut my hair,...
View ArticleCut Backs: Wrinkles and Recession
I just used my boyfriend’s shaving cream to shave my legs and now they smell like a man. On the one hand, I’m still shaving my legs, which I consider a coup in the war against the loss of my beauty...
View ArticleAn Alternative State
“We’re moving,” I tell my dental hygienist when she tries to set up my next visit, six months from today. “Oh! Wow! Where to?” The inevitable next question. Honestly, I really don’t care much for...
View Article“Generation Y” Grows Up
I. For my sixth birthday, my family bought a house. It was 1990, and we Campbells already had the first-generation minivan, the gas grill, and the first kid; all we needed now was a piece of property...
View ArticleThe Bush Years, The Great Recession, & The Plight of America’s Creative Class
Scott Timberg, writing for Salon, with a compelling essay on the financial struggles of America’s creative class: Neil Young and Bruce Springsteen write anthems about the travails of the working man;...
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The Insanity of Hope
It was around 9:30 P.M., and I was waiting for the bus in Hollywood after being momentarily paroled from my job as a so-called telefundraiser. When I applied for the job, I didn’t think I stood a...
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