I write about nerdy things, and celebrate those things as a college writing teacher. I live in the mountains and co-founded the production house ADK Mogul.

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A view from John Jeremiah Sullivan’s office window:

This is the back view from my office. It’s raining. You can see a wall of the old garage (which still has a deep oil pit inside, from when more people worked on their own cars). The magnolia that hangs over the backyard is blooming. When it does, we open the door to the sleeping porch upstairs, and the whole house fills with the smell. My wife will cut one of the flowers and let it float in a bowl of water on the kitchen table. Magnolias drop hundreds of large seed pods once a year—they come crashing down from the tree. I’m always worried one of them is going to land on somebody’s head (they’re heavy enough to hurt). We spend about a month just picking them up. They look like brown-green grenades but are bursting all over with bright red seeds. The leaves, when they turn brown and fall, are hard and brittle. That’s a problem down here, because tiny pools of water form on them, and the mosquitoes lay eggs there. You have to pick them up fast. In short, a big magnolia is a lot of work, but I would never get rid of this one. The week or so of blossoming is worth everything. Also, the branches cover the whole brick path from the back door to the driveway. Even in a heavy storm, you can just walk along dry. Sometimes I pat the tree’s trunk and thank it for that, or just to say hello. Once, when we first got home from a trip of two months, my daughter—who was four at the time—hugged the tree long and fiercely, saying nothing, before she ran inside. I think it’s sort of the guardian of the house.

I’m a little obsessive with writers’ offices. Right now, I’m in the office dungeon of my parents’ home grading the last research papers, snow falling near the only window in the basement office. My brother, still on California time, asleep upstairs. It’s been a year since I last saw him.

A view from John Jeremiah Sullivan’s office window:

This is the back view from my office. It’s raining. You can see a wall of the old garage (which still has a deep oil pit inside, from when more people worked on their own cars). The magnolia that hangs over the backyard is blooming. When it does, we open the door to the sleeping porch upstairs, and the whole house fills with the smell. My wife will cut one of the flowers and let it float in a bowl of water on the kitchen table. Magnolias drop hundreds of large seed pods once a year—they come crashing down from the tree. I’m always worried one of them is going to land on somebody’s head (they’re heavy enough to hurt). We spend about a month just picking them up. They look like brown-green grenades but are bursting all over with bright red seeds. The leaves, when they turn brown and fall, are hard and brittle. That’s a problem down here, because tiny pools of water form on them, and the mosquitoes lay eggs there. You have to pick them up fast. In short, a big magnolia is a lot of work, but I would never get rid of this one. The week or so of blossoming is worth everything. Also, the branches cover the whole brick path from the back door to the driveway. Even in a heavy storm, you can just walk along dry. Sometimes I pat the tree’s trunk and thank it for that, or just to say hello. Once, when we first got home from a trip of two months, my daughter—who was four at the time—hugged the tree long and fiercely, saying nothing, before she ran inside. I think it’s sort of the guardian of the house.

I’m a little obsessive with writers’ offices. Right now, I’m in the office dungeon of my parents’ home grading the last research papers, snow falling near the only window in the basement office. My brother, still on California time, asleep upstairs. It’s been a year since I last saw him.

On the way back from school, heading towards Saranac Lake, this view stretches before me. Once again, I question whether the place I live in is even real, or I’m driving through a Bob Ross episode. 

On the way back from school, heading towards Saranac Lake, this view stretches before me. Once again, I question whether the place I live in is even real, or I’m driving through a Bob Ross episode. 

There are days when I’m convinced that I don’t actually live in a place that’s real. That this space is a painting that I’m walking through, my own private Central Park across the street where I’m not in anyone’s way and the only thing I see for miles is maybe one or two people walking their goldens. 

There are days when I’m convinced that I don’t actually live in a place that’s real. That this space is a painting that I’m walking through, my own private Central Park across the street where I’m not in anyone’s way and the only thing I see for miles is maybe one or two people walking their goldens. 

I don’t mind getting up at 6am when I see a sky like this.

I don’t mind getting up at 6am when I see a sky like this.

How dating gossip is broken down. (at Lake Placid Pub & Brewery)

How dating gossip is broken down. (at Lake Placid Pub & Brewery)

Wipe your feet before stepping on the lake, Theodore. (at Lake Placid Library)

Wipe your feet before stepping on the lake, Theodore. (at Lake Placid Library)

lanadelreyweb:

01. 1949 02. Elvis 03. Axl Rose Husband 04. Disco 05. You’re Gonna Love Me 06. Get Drunk 07. Jimmy Gnecco 08. Daddy Issues 09. Money Hunny 10. Trash 11. Pin-up Galore 12. Fordham Road 

"Really?" he said walking away shaking his head.

lanadelreyweb:

01. 1949
02. Elvis
03. Axl Rose Husband
04. Disco
05. You’re Gonna Love Me
06. Get Drunk
07. Jimmy Gnecco
08. Daddy Issues
09. Money Hunny
10. Trash
11. Pin-up Galore
12. Fordham Road 

"Really?" he said walking away shaking his head.

(Source: youll-burn-with-us)

adkmogul:

Today is TJ’s birthday. Here he is with his daughter on a lovely summer day. We won’t reveal how old he is, but in exchange would you please consider giving Tim a great birthday present by contributing to the campaign to finish his directorial debut?

Hey, so, it’s my bud’s birthday today. That’s his baby daughter. I know, I know, I know! Sorry for the emotional appeal, but aren’t they just freaking BEAUTIFUL? I don’t know about you guys, but I count myself extremely lucky to have them in my life.
Happy Friday, have a good weekend. 

adkmogul:

Today is TJ’s birthday. Here he is with his daughter on a lovely summer day. We won’t reveal how old he is, but in exchange would you please consider giving Tim a great birthday present by contributing to the campaign to finish his directorial debut?

Hey, so, it’s my bud’s birthday today. That’s his baby daughter. I know, I know, I know! Sorry for the emotional appeal, but aren’t they just freaking BEAUTIFUL? I don’t know about you guys, but I count myself extremely lucky to have them in my life.

Happy Friday, have a good weekend. 

Watching my friend Abby’s band, Crackin’ Foxy at BBQ fest! I just devoured some fresh beef briscuit. You’re welcome. (Taken with Instagram at Olympic Skating Oval)

Watching my friend Abby’s band, Crackin’ Foxy at BBQ fest! I just devoured some fresh beef briscuit. You’re welcome. (Taken with Instagram at Olympic Skating Oval)

Saving the Palace. →

Recap of the panel discussion “Do Movie Theaters Have a Future?”

Over at Adirondack Mogul, some questions and concerns are raised.