The Mountain Goats: Disco Purgatorio

I listen to an album, at AmCon. … [Read more...]

Ask Maia Szalavitz stuff!

new feature at The Fix: Welcome to my first “Ask Maia” column, in which I shall attempt to answer your questions and other matters drug related. I especially hope to answer personal questions about specific addictions—so bring on your problems. more … [Read more...]

How Green Was My Carnation

The God of Mirrors, by Robert Reilly, is a soapy little novel about Oscar Wilde. It basically goes through the historical record imagining what each triumph or disaster might have felt like. There are lots of Wilde epigrams and assorted flotsam throughout the book, not always placed in a way which makes sense (there's an allusion to the Marquess of Queensberry looking like a misshapen dwarf at the court of the Spanish infanta, which is... an unusual choice given that the dwarf is the hero of … [Read more...]

Perhaps the most depressing of Jack Handey’s “Deep Thoughts”

"The tiger can't change his spots. No, wait, he did! Good for him!"Seriously, sit with that one for a moment and see if it doesn't bring you down!The other day I was thinking about that old line, "How many therapists does it take to change a light bulb? Just one, but the light bulb has to really want to change." It's true enough, but insufficient. The light bulb also has to be able to imagine that change is possible. You can want real bad to fly, but it won't happen until you can imagine … [Read more...]

“Hurricane Katrina Was My Rock Bottom”

People often ask why I didn’t just get out of New Orleans. The answer is simple, and will ring true to any addict: I stayed behind because I didn’t have enough heroin to last more than a day. I never even thought about leaving my beloved home city. Why would I venture to some unknown place where I had no idea where to score? more … [Read more...]

Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises; we’re pretty sure they’re all wrong

in which I review Oslo, August 31st. … [Read more...]

“Thank You for the Light”

A (very) short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald in which the Virgin Mary lights a woman's cigarette.... Gentle, with a real sense of the littleness of the comforts and consolations we find in life. The votives so small they'll burn out overnight. Link possibly via TKB? Wait no, it was via First Thoughts. … [Read more...]