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March 07 2018

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Hands down favorite song of 2013. So excited that “The Punk Singer” is playing in Cleveland this week!

My favourite song ever!

February 21 2018


an orchard in winter



There are not many bloggers left in the old sense of the word. At some point in the last ten years it became clear that if you wanted to be taken seriously as a writer on the internet, you should probably want to get paid for it as well. So bloggers became freelancers, or they put books out; and if they didn’t want to do those things, they mostly gave up.

Alongside the growth (and subsequent withering) of sites whose stock in trade was the attention of bored, well-educated people, the idea that one should write (or ‘produce content’) for no remuneration at all became rare, and in some cases actively objectionable. It wasn’t so much that everyone stopped cultivating their own gardens; it was more that they started hawking tickets for them on every street corner. And that’s fine. In many respects, it’s entirely admirable. After all, apart from a few flourishing sectors of self-publishing, nobody has quite figured out how to make prose writing pay in any other way. At least the poets found Instagram.

I first started following lazenby’s blog many years ago. Back then, it seemed like tumblr could become not just a collection of fancy lookbooks but a new haven for interesting bloggers. But that never quite happened. Nothing about the platform made it easy for good, odd, irregular writing to get attention. Everything favoured a constant stream of moderately interesting pictorial dross – as it still does on every other social media platform.

This book is composed of a series of short pieces that were originally written in reply to questions submitted anonymous to the blog. Some of them might be new. Some of them might have been edited again. I haven’t checked. The answers the author provides are digressive but considered. They’re generous: warm-hearted, while maintaining a kind of mysterious distance. There is a sense of an old soul at work. He’s unafraid of a generalisation where an aphorism suits the music of his method. He’s also not afraid to be very funny.  

Look: the writing here is extraordinary. Think of the good teachers you’ve had who could hold the attention of the class just by talking very casually about something you didn’t quite know about. Perhaps you didn’t understand why at the time, but they were telling you about things for reasons that went beyond ensuring you knew enough to get through school. The workings of the Fallopian tubes. The means for mining salt. The light of a candle, reflected from a panel of polished metal, as it is described in Middlemarch. A story about a robot porter in a hospital. This writing is good teaching about these important things. I can’t think of anything more admirable.

One final thing worth noting: the author is also is a rare example – maybe the only one I can think of – of a consistently brilliant online writer who has remained resolutely silent on the subject of his personal life outside writing. I only know his first name now because of his recent appearances on the (excellent) Relentless Picnic podcast. But those recordings also offer virtually nothing in the way of context. This slim volume bears no biographical information at all; no framing, no preface, no dedication except a mysterious pyramidal cascade of initials.  

I used to think that it would be enough for a writer to put themselves out there online on the basis of their writing alone. I think history has proved me wrong on this one: a name in the right place opens as many doors on the internet as it ever did anywhere else. Yet I think there’s something worthwhile in this absolute lack of concern for conventional biographical blurb. The best thing would be to encounter these essays without knowing where they came from; the internet facilitated that, and now it’s something anyone can experience. 

You can buy Infinity to Dine here.

August 21 2017

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city cycling 

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August 20 2017


August 16 2017

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In which my dog joins the Dirtbag Left.

August 11 2017

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You can’t sit with me either.

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Donald’s World  by Mark Fredrickson, after Andrew Wyeth, in this month’s MAD Magazine.

August 10 2017


I just paid for a Tumblr theme

Like it’s 2009 or something.

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The Acid Test “graduation”. October 31, 1966. Ken Kesey shirtless with back to camera.


So I made a really pretentious film of my holiday.

May 19 2017

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I know, right?

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jhn brssndn turned 10 today!

Well, not today, but on 6 May. Yay!

May 12 2017

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Someone has been at my desk. Someone who thinks I’m Dwight Shrute.

April 18 2017


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April 03 2017

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The Department of Health seems to have a new head of advertising.

March 21 2017

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New wheels.

March 20 2017

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Fire dog.

September 26 2016

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