Friday Roundup: I Don't Wear Shoes Because They Make Me Fall Down

The latest issue of The Chattahoochee Review.

The Hooch has arrived: Not just excited about the arrival of the newest issue of The Chattahoochee Review - which features my Lamar York Prize-winning short story - but pleasantly surprised to find said story occupying some prime real estate following the table of contents. Still riding high, friends, still walking around as if I just had my first kiss.

Random reason life is worth living (RRLWL): Hank Azaria in The Birdcage. 

Currently reading: Jamie Poissant's "The Heaven of Animals."

Next on the shelf: Andrew Smith's "Grasshopper Jungle," as part of an ad hoc, two-person book club with Dear Friend Nic. 

From Melvins' Buzz Osborne article about "bands that were good but blew it," via the AV Club: "Hendrix never lived long enough to blow it musically...You listen to Stevie Ray Vaughan’s version of “Voodoo Child” and then you listen to Hendrix’s version, and Hendrix’s version has soul. There’s a difference. Everything is different. Hendrix gets it. Stevie Ray Vaughan is playing all the right notes, but it’s not anywhere near as good. That’s not something you can read in a book. Hendrix just had it. He had it all. He was a great singer, a great songwriter, and an unbelievable guitar player. And now he’s dead. So that’s how he blew it."

Another RRLWL: The sudden (and fleeting, likely) reappearance of W.L. Weller in certain Idaho liquor stores. I'd buy a case but I'm not sure Siggy would get on board.