That We Have Some History Together That

One Area I Have A Huge Amount Of Trouble In Is Writing About Myself. I Get A Heavy, Almost Depressed Feeling.

The Bottom Line Is That I Like My First Drafts To Be Blind, Unconscious, Messy Efforts; That's What Gets Me The Best Material.

Rebecca Was An Academic Star. Her New Book Was On The Phenomenon Of Word Casings, A Term She'd Invented For Words That No Longer Had Meaning Outside Quotation Marks. English Was Full Of These Empty Words--"friend" And "real" And "story" And "change"--words That Had Been Shucked Of Their Meanings And Reduced To Husks. Some, Like "identity" And "search" And "cloud," Had Clearly Been Drained Of Life By Their Web Usage. With Others, The Reasons Were More Complex; How Had "american" Become An Ironic Term? How Had "democracy" Come To Be Used In An Arch, Mocking Way?

I’m Sorry And I Believe In You And I’ll Always Be Near You, Protecting You, And I Will Never Leave You, I’ll Be Curled Around Your Heart For The Rest Of Your Life.

Nineteen Eighty Is Almost Here, Thank God. The Hippies Are Getting Old, They Blew Their Brains On Acid And Now They're Begging On Street Corners All Over San Francisco. Their Hair Is Tangled And Their Bare Feet Are Thick And Gray As Shoes. We're Sick Of Them.