The Weather

Pornstache

Addictions are for suckers, Tom. Who needs drugs when you’ve got novels? If you want a dissociative experience, drop a little DFW.  Drugs are for illness and drugs are for fun, but they’re not for use…

Books

Busted Membranes and Neon Flowers

Everyone’s talking about the cover of Heidi Julavits’s new novel, The Vanishers. When my friend Jill bought it, the bookstore cashier went on about how the cover would be better off as a skirt. When I…

The Weather

Tidewater

“Wishing we had vices strong enough to relieve the pressure a little.” A.C., that’s a good way of putting it. Do you ever fantasize about becoming a drug addict? I absolutely do. I envy the people…

Pop Culture

I Miss You, TAL TV

A few weeks ago in New Orleans I was having drinks with a couple Trop writers, talking about our common love for This American Life. I’ll speak for them when I say that we wish TAL…

The Weather

EnTropy

Tom, in your most recent letter to that most noble of men, your friend Jake, you refer in passing to electrons. You were on your way to making a larger point about biology and men and…

Insensible Cities

Cries and Whispers

It’s a new day, another one. I have another gig, another three-month relationship has ended, and I’m growing another bushy beard. But it’s a new beard, which means it’s gonna be sexier and more spontaneous than…

The Weather

Heat Varieties

Like A.C., I live in a walk-up, though I’m on the fifth floor to her sixth, though that fifth, in my building, is also the top. And like A.C.’s, my walk-up has an especially hot microclimate…

Letters to Jake

Zeke

Hey Jake Well, we tried the love triangle. You and Zeke invited me to the Upright Citizens Brigade twice, and both times I couldn’t go. I wanted to go. In fact, when Zeke called, I picked up,…