With a little help from the kind folks that comment here I’m going to try and outline my thoughts on the wrong sort of books. Don’t think there are wrong sorts of books? Wonder how a grown man that reads Superman books can claim a literary high ground? Read on. Previously, discussing my reading anxiety…

I’m the first runner-up in The Sandbox Designs Competition with my entry, Essay! Two judges even had me pegged for first place! Wow! As you may recall, part of my impetus for blogging was to learn something about web design (I’m a graphic artist in the real world) so I’m just absolutely thrilled. There were…

I think my strange reading anxiety has been well-documented on this weblog. If you’re new here this is the gist of it: I worry about reading the wrong sort of books. I don’t always read the right sort of books, nor would I suggest one do so religiously, nor do I even consistently agree with…

Wow, what a crazy month. July was just — I mean, it was just — um — let’s just say entering The Sandbox Designs Competition took a lot out of me. In an effort to quell your dissatisfaction with my somewhat irregular posting schedule this month I tried to write better posts. Apparently, you like…

I’m one for putting my books into stacks so you can imagine I usually put a bit of effort into deciding what I’m going to read next. For instance I avoid punishing myself with weighty tome after weighty tome. And I usually avoid the temptation of uninterrupted volumes of pulpy, psychedelic science-fiction. So I set…