MISTER FADED GLORY
I'd call this blog a "Critique of Life," except that sounds way too pretentious.
Watch for my first novel, These Monks, a comedy about friendship, frustration, and Des Moines, available later this year.
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Category Archives: Melancholy
Happiness
On hot days, the sun peeks through the basement window, shining a crack of light on the far wall, right above the TV. Maybe it’s a somber reminder the heat isn’t going away, that it’s oppressive outside, and you can’t … Continue reading
Posted in Cats, Melancholy
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Father’s Day
(Ed. note: This post was written more than a month ago. Couldn’t publish it till I was ready.) It is May 5, 2010. Yesterday I called my parents’ home, as I’ve done weekly since I moved away from home: Clear … Continue reading
Taking a break.
This is impromptu, but I’m taking a short break. I will be back as soon as I can. Please don’t worry. And thank you for reading Mr. Faded Glory. Pearl Jam/”The End.” What were all those dreams we shared those … Continue reading
Sunday morning, tomorrow looming (part 2)
I’m staring at the email not unlike a kid packing his backpack before the first day of school. I don’t really want to go. I mean, I’ve enjoyed the time away. Six months of the NFL and college basketball and … Continue reading
Posted in Baseball, Cubs, Melancholy
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Somber
I’m trying to avoid most Cubs speculation, posting or the like, leaving that to the others. Today, however, the Cubs acquired a new fireballing reliever, Kevin Gregg, from the Marlins. This is a dubious move, first, because Gregg is terrible. … Continue reading
Posted in Cubs, Melancholy
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Cleveland, 1987
On Tuesday, May 12, 1987, I couldn’t sleep. As usual, I was a bit petrified of navigating through the following day with few hours of shuteye, a ridiculous habit that began sometime when I was in second grade – my … Continue reading
Posted in Melancholy
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A moment for George
Not unlike most sardonic, sarcastic, jaded members of some self-effacing generation (X or Y, whichever), today we solemnly note the death of George Carlin. Of course we weren’t privy to the complete rise of Carlin, but discovered him during reruns … Continue reading
Posted in Melancholy, Television
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Thanks for giving a care
Don’t even think about reaching me … I won’t be home. PJ, Footsteps. We’re taking this week off from the blog. Before you leap from your desk chair, hurl your Chee-tos, and claim we took last week off, well, let’s … Continue reading
Posted in Baseball, Basketball, Iowa Hawkeyes, Melancholy
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No. 8
“Have you ever heard the story? Of Mister Faded Glory? Says he who rides the pony must someday fall. Talkin’ to my alter… He says life is what you make it… and if you make it? Well, death will wrest … Continue reading
Posted in Melancholy, Thirty before thirty
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Frayed around the ends…
I may be crazy, a little frayed around the ends. One of these days I’ll phase you out… No. 23, Foo Fighters, Breakout. My neuroses are out in full force as August winds down. The book’s not quite done, it’s … Continue reading
Posted in Melancholy, Thirty before thirty
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The countdown to triple-X begins
That oughta boost my readership. Anyway, it’s now the dog days of summer (I think), and along with those come another fun-filled, hopelessly narcisisstic and whiny, and completely indulgent Mister Faded Glory Countdown! You remember last year, as we counted … Continue reading
Posted in Grunge, Melancholy, Thirty before thirty
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The Day I’ll Try to Live
Maybe it’s a Sunday, maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s nothing. Tomorrow, I’ll try to be better. But I can’t shake – tonight – the overwhelming feeling of dread, as though each second that passes moves me further away from … Continue reading
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