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Thanks to John Madera and his editorial guidance and friendly networking, I have had the luck and pleasure of expanding out into the literary world to review books. This month two of my book reviews have published. The first was … Continue reading →

These past several weeks have been quite the little roller coaster. Celebrities died. Civil unrest. Kidnapped soldiers. Watching my wife’s acquisitions be nominated for major awards. Literary agents expressing interest in my novel. Heavy life conversations with Mom and Pop. … Continue reading →

This weekend I will be traveling with fellow Bennington alum, Joe Stracci, back into the mountains of Vermont. There is an alumni celebration of some yearly landmark, that the Bennington Writing Seminars has been in existence for some number of … Continue reading →

I am packing for a mini-vacation to Dirt Jerz with the wife. She is out running errands and I am in the apartment trying to decide whether to bring the tequila or the vodka, so I just pack both. Buy … Continue reading →

Today must be the day of re-discovery. A co-worker returned from his lunch break and carried a plastic bag that rattled as he set it on his desk. I stopped filing papers and asked him what was in the bag. … Continue reading →

About a year ago this video surfaced and made the rounds on the internet. I must have watched this thing a hundred times over two weeks. Some seriously wicked animation. Sick humor. And over time I came to hate the … Continue reading →

Dearest Slacker Nation: How are you today? Life has been crazy for me of late. Freelance work is going well. Dancing with a few high profile magazines, but still too early to get excited. Editors and their deadlines rattling at … Continue reading →

“I’m a bulletproof tiger man!” East Bound & Down is a bad television show in every possible way. The writing is baggy. The acting shotty. The story lines cliched. The characters lack motivation and, sometimes, believability. So much is wrong … Continue reading →

You don’t ever really want to know. But if you are curious and halfway bugged, like a splinter under the fingernail, then: Born and rasied in The Bronx, Joe Stracci now lives in Purchase, NY, where he is currently at … Continue reading →