“My mom’s asthmatic shih tzu is snoring loudly at my feet and I don’t have the heart to kick it out of my room. That’s not metaphorical or anything, either. I’m taking care of my mom’s asthmatic shih tzu and it’s snoring loudly at my feet while I’m trying to get to bed.”
Songs to get you through the week.
The @paulevansny Spotify Midweek Playlist, songs to get you through the week. This week, an icon of #style David Bowie.
From his crazy Ziggy Stardust days to the funk of Fame, there really is something for everyone. Usually within the same song. Tune in and allow yourself to absolutely tune out in every way possible. Here is Paul Evans’ prescription for easing through the work week… Midweek Bowie
The book the book the book
An excerpt of my novel, WE ARE ALL OF US STUMBLING, is up right now on Medium.com. Here’s the link: https://medium.com/human-parts/9e96168b04d
We also launched a little website to get people (read: publishers) excited about the book, with another excerpt. That’s at weareallofusstumbling.com.
So if you feel like reading my book in teensy-tinesy increments, this is a really good way to do that.
(As for logistical stuff, no that’s not actually the cover of the book. It’s just something I made up to entertain myself. We don’t have a publisher yet but hopefully will have good news on that front soon.)
(Also thank you so much to Stephanie Georgopolous for publishing the excerpt and for being a good friend and editor and person.)
“I think about telling my dad, who worked for 46 years on the railroad, ‘Somebody offered me $100,000 to put my song in a movie, and I said no because it’s a stupid movie.’ He would want to kill me. The idea of selling out is only understandable to people of privilege.”
“That there are such devices as firearms, as easy to operate as cigarette lighters and as cheap as toasters, capable at anybody’s whim of killing Father or Fats or Abraham Lincoln or John Lennon or Martin Luther King, Jr., or a woman pushing a baby carriage, should be proof enough for anybody that being alive is a crock of shit.”
— Kurt Vonnegut