A year of pressing at the edges of things
That's roughly 117 pages of a paperback novel—or one very long letter to no one in particular.
"This is not a play about casual, conditional love, and it is the enormity of the love in the play that renders it so devastating... love, seen at this level of resolution, is essentially tragic." — King Lear: Just the Love
"These are songs to be listened to in grocery store parking lots on Friday nights, in cars with the windows down. Teen spirit, to the extent there is such a thing, still lives in this genre." — MILTW: New Music Edition, on Beach Bunny
"No Falstaff of the mind could ever live up to such a well-rendered Falstaff of the flesh." — Henry IV, Parts I and II
"It might seem like a movie with this many fist fights probably wouldn't have explosions. It does." — Road House: The Perfect 80's Western
"The only thing that makes baseball worth watching is that it is so unbelievably fun to discuss." — Torpedo Bats
"This isn't music for healing—it's music for surviving and moving on." — Indigo De Souza: Precipice Album Review
"At the moment of approach, we spell out its fate by calling it by name: grass, or not grass." — Thoughts on Lawn Mowing
"Pressing at the edges of things"
— The blog's tagline, and the year's guiding principle
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