Philistine

Okay, so this is kind of awkward…

So, Philistine

………………..you ask

……………………………what the fuck?

Well, I don’t have a tremendously great answer. I did what many blogs do. I went offline for a couple months. A sun-soaked quarter of that was a phenomenal vacation, and the rare fruits of my life as a “professional” writer. Mrs. Philistine and I bummed around the Galapagos and Ecuador for a few weeks. Caught up with nature and with old friends. All really brilliant stuff.

Back in Nashville, and I simply didn’t log in for a while. I have been subtly nudging my life back toward the asceticism and writerly discipline I admire so much, but it’s been really slow going.

I’ve recently taken up rugby. Well, more the idea of rugby. I’ve been out for pints a few times with the Nashville Outlaws, and in a couple weeks I plan to join them for a season of what’s certain to be utter brutality. It will be good for me, though.

What else has been up? Well, the in-laws were here about the second we washed ashore from vacation, and that–as always–was a fun and interesting couple weeks. In early June and late July, I had the chance to sneak away from work a couple times to play golf: a game that persists in intriguing and frustrating me.

Reading: all the David Foster Wallace stuff–most of it for the second time. Remember that post where I said I was going to check out “Little Children?” Well, it was apparently mis-shelved or something; couldn’t find  it. I did find DFW, and also found some .mp3’s of him reading his work. A really brilliant and stick-to-it-ive writer? Absolutely. Unparallelled genius and belle-lettriste inaccessible? I’m not convinced. I do really, really dig his work though, and think it’s pretty lame that he won’t be writing anymore.

Writing: job descriptions, org charts, etc. This is the time of year that work gets in the way. Buckle up, it’s going to be a rocky couple weeks…