My deplorable friend Eric

My friend Eric writes – and lives – from a very different perspective than I. He’s a devoutly religious family man who deeply enjoys the rural lifestyle. I’m a rootless atheist urbanite with no kids at home. And yet I see themes I recognize and like in his work. Things like finding joy in simplicityContinue reading “My deplorable friend Eric”


Deplorable self-awareness

There’s this scene in Fight Club where the ever-quotable Tyler Durden, lackadaisically driving a car at suidical speed, asks his back-seat passengers what they want to do before they die. Because they’ve clearly given it thought, they reply instantly. Continue reading “Deplorable self-awareness”