God Howls With Laughter At Earthly Plans,

Tangled In One Another's Arms And Nine Times Out Of Ten The Things You Think About A Person Make It Impossible To Touch Them.

The Great Recession Is Not Imaginary, And The Effects Loom Large. There Was An Article In The Nyt About The Galloping Death Rate Among White Men In Middle Age. Higher Than Among Any Other Demographic, Etc. Mostly Death By Drugs, Alcohol, Or Suicide. Many Of Them Rural. My Feeling Is That It's Many People Who Haven't Been Able To Get Back Into The Work Force. Reg Morse Is An Example Of The Problem.

Have I Mentioned That I Expect Death Around Every Turn, That Every Blue Sky Has A Safe Sailing Out Of It, That Every Bus Runs Me Over, That Every Low, Mean Syllable Uttered In My Direction Seems To Intimate The Violence Of Murder, That Every Family Seems Like An Opportunity For Ruin And Every Marriage A Ceremony Into Which Calamity Will Fall And Hearts Will Be Broken And Lives Destroyed And People Branded By The Mortifications Of Love?

Major Theme Of The Book ["hotels Of North America"], From My Point Of View: What Is Persona, What Is Self, In The Digital Sphere, And/or What Is The Effect Of It On Self In A Prolonged Interaction.

I Have Sparred With Commenters As A Music Writer (on The Rumpus, Among Other Places, See E.g., My Review About Taylor Swift), And That Was Plenty Of Training!