When we arrived at Somerville in July, a close friend said, “My life is a movie.” That’s when this storytelling bug clicked. The week long trips to the Lake District, hikes up the Louhrigg Fell at sunset, croquet on the lawn listening to Radiohead’s The Bends on repeat. [Me at Abby Road, London, July 2002]I came… Continue reading Stories and the World #3: Oxford.
When I think about stories what I try to do is make sure I pay attention to where I am, and reveal a little of myself to you. Get you a little drunk with ideas and dramatize the world we live in. We tell stories to reveal something to ourselves. These stories come in all shapes… Continue reading Stories and the World #2: Oxford.
After graduating from St. Bonaventure University, my father took me to Egypt as a graduation present. We saw the museum, the pyramids, and had many meetings at factories where my dad has done twenty-years of business. This was 2003, years before the Arab Spring. Jet lag hit me like a truck–at one point I fell asleep… Continue reading Stories and the World #1: Egypt.
What does it mean to be diseased with an infection of the page? The Writer’s Disease can be defined as the deep need to dismantle a piece of art to figure out how it works. Mechanics and musicians do it. Think about the last song you listened to: “Maps” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs reminds me of… Continue reading The Writer’s Disease