We all know that breakin’ up is hard to do. In fact, that’s why I’m writing in this tone. My marketing job has taught me a lot of things, and among them is using a compassionate and empathetic voice with plenty of italics, so it sounds as though I’m speaking directly to you. (I am.) Listen, friend, we may not all earn the paycheck to take a brand-new Mitsubishi Lancer out for a spin, but we can always watch YouTube videos to cheer us up:
I found this list of 2013’s best crime journalism as chosen by the nation’s best crime reporters. Still trying to recover from an obnoxious headcold, I read most of them last night under my electric blanket, eating a baguette. The best among them is The New York Times piece on the murder-or-suicide of Michelle O’Connell, the 24-year-old mother and girlfriend of Jeremy Banks, a Floridian deputy sheriff.
I go back and immerse myself in this article once a month. These interactive things they’re doing are really terrific and fun. Reading over the background images does something to my brain, this one in particular. Makes me nostalgic for this one Christmas, must have been three years ago, where I got Philip Roth’s The Ghost Writer and read it next to the fireplace with my dog. The writing here is great, but it’s the odd vibe I get while looking at it that keeps me coming back.