Colin McGowan
@csmcgowan
Used to write for lots of places. Now mostly at Flaming Hydra, a co-op newsletter: DMs are fine // colinsilasmcgowan at gmail
Also, the epigraph for this book (published in 1981, mind) is wild stuff.
Used book buys can be a blind lottery but holy fucking shit this The Breaks of the Game copy is beautifully intact.
I managed to direct the unruly climb of the snap pea plant without killing it. Pods are blooming from the flowers.
This is more or less how I'd describe a really pleasurable night of drinking.
I am pleased to report that all Matt Stairs Pirates cards are incredible.
I'm not gonna let this administration gaslight me into believing that Iran had anything to do with Kobe's death.
That grand Midwestern evening sky like god smudging you beneath his thumb.
Discovered a stellar Pynchon Name while messing around on Basketball Reference.
I remember a cantankerous Altman saying he wouldn't give his storyboards over even to illustrators, because he didn't want other people defining his shots. So he'd draw crude stick figures and then work the rest out with the actors and cameramen on set. That's how a real, committed artist works.
This team does not go 82-0 simply because humans are fallible, and they get bored. But it demolishes the league.
Ordering from the Thai place always makes me feel like an extraordinarily good person.
You read so much that doesn't grab you, that seems like a waste of time, to discover shit like this. Published in 1934!
Yeah, I'll start with the clams and for the entree I'm gonna go with the
Grant Holmes, even by dirtbag baseball player standards, seems especially disgusting. Thin mustache, wet curls.
The production lineup on Legal Drug Money was ridiculous. They had Mr. Sex, "Buttnaked" Tim Dawg, Dwarf the Black Prince, Disgusting Reggie, Diaper Man, The Penetratorz, Pedophile J, all the heavy hitters.