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Dirty Dancing, Salon link. You'll have to watch a little ad to read the whole article, which is worth it, considering I'm quoted in it. OR click on this NO AD version.

Here I pop in at McSweeney's to dispense more wisdom.

I share design advice as well.

I used to drive an ambulance.

I am not a jumper, running back, account executive, convenience store entrepeneur, hazee, or murderer (see bottom of column). Did I miss anything?

(Googling yourself is fun, but Amazoning yourself is even better.)

The Greatest Love Poems of All Time

This afternoon, I've been collecting real love poems for a fictional anthology.

Here's a nugget of Whitman I've been storing in my cheeks, for use ten chapters from now:

As if a Phantom Caress’d Me

As if a phantom caress’d me,
I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore;
But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore—the one I loved, that caress’d me,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light—that one has utterly disappear’d,
And those appear that are hateful to me, and mock me.

Out there now:

"Sentimental Recollection" at GutCult.