This is about a guy who fetishizes the process of meeting people online.

I was in this Boston bookstore/café with a really cramped floorplan. On the way in the store, you have to trip over the customers who are trying to leave. This one time, I nearly knocked heads with the hostess at the café, who observed that "we…

In medieval parlance, this would be called an "alba."

This song is one half of a "breakup diptych." The other half is considerably less polite.

Me rewriting Stephin Merritt rewriting the early Beatles.

A hitchhiker recounting one day on the road. Listen a few seconds in for one of the louder members of my fan club.