On the shelves of any library, if it’s big enough, you’ll find things called jeremiads.
This term comes from the biblical Book of Jeremiah. In it, the titular prophet lamented the state of Israelite society, and warned of its imminent downfall.
Today, a jeremiad is a prolonged lamentation, or complaint about society, the literary version of an old man yelling at kids to get off his lawn. Such writings rarely have anything useful to say. They can say the same thing, over and over, and people will read them because they confirm their biases. Rarely are they clever, teach anything, or make you reflect.
One style of jeremiad that all librarians seem to ascribe is the profound observation that ‘people don’t read anymore.’ It’s not just the librarians that say this either. Social commentators of all stripes seem to think that Americans are becoming stupider simply because of the fact that people are too dumb, lazy, or screen obsessed to actually read something. Continue reading
“Your diet isn’t only what you eat; it’s what you watch, what you read, what you listen to. And so I’m mindful of what I ingest.”
Saul Williams is a poet.
In hip-hop, nobody sounds like him. And there’s a reason for this.
Sales is a tough racket.
There are business writers that say everyone is in sales now, and in a sense that is true. Everyone needs to trumpet their accomplishments and know their worth. Everyone needs to serve.
But I know there is a secret.
I know there is a path to success!
I know there is a way to become the Greatest Salesman in the World™! Continue reading
NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month.
Every November, for the past few years, tens of thousands of people have signed up, gone to writer groups, and made a pact to write 50,000 words in one month.
Since it began, it has also been easy to find people criticizing NaNoWriMo in all sorts of ways, and for all sorts of reasons, most of which focus on how smug such writers can be. I cannot speak to all the criticisms here, but I can say that writers are not just insufferable in November; they’re insufferable the other 11 months of the year too.
Present company, uh, excluded. Continue reading