The Slower Rush

I think we can all agree that “surreal” is an overused word. On the other hand, it’s often the only word that fits. Like now. I’ve been dozing on and off during this flight from Chicago to Seattle. (I hope I’m not snoring; I am now a snorer, I’m told.) Anyway, the surreal part is … Continue reading The Slower Rush →

The Slow Rush

It’s 9:34 p.m., Pacific Standard Time, February 13, 2020. I think that means the new Tame Impala record has been digitally available for 34 minutes. And there it is! With the efficiency of a microwaved burrito! OK. I’ve got some ice cream from Molly Moon's. Molly Moon's used to be The Shit — until Salt and … Continue reading The Slow Rush →