I joined a cult this week. Pretty fun. Well-organized. Addictive, sure, and the acolytes are rabid, but the devices are user-friendly, and I’m starting to make friends. If I prove myself, I may even climb the ranks toward a higher ranking and be given new privileges. We even have our own app. That’s right, infidel: there’s an app for us. And it may yet save your soul.
I want to wake up to a song like this every Monday morning. If you want to find love, maybe try going to our favorite Greenpoint bookstore. Scenes from the Goodreads bookswap. (Thanks Jacketcopy) On Litkicks, Levi Asher lets another guest review the Review, and they lead off with one of our favorite subjects, Dave Eggers. We lost Les Paul the other day, and now, Jim Dickinson – an unsung hero of southern rock – has also passed away.