If there’s one thing I’ve consistently done since I began writing for public consumption in 1991 with Bicycles Today, it’s, um, enter into quixotic struggles with organizations and corporations for no reason other than to satisfy my insane desire to either support the underdog in a struggle or actually be the underdog in a struggle.
But the other thing I’ve done is to relentlessly push the boundaries of what is supposedly acceptable in special-interest publications — fiction, criticism, meta-discussion, you name it. And this week was another example of that. Read the rest of this entry »
The tears of basement-dwelling Internet virgins taste like sweet nectar to me, which is why I treat myself to a fine steak dinner every time some anonymous mook suffers a serious case of pelvic inflammatory disease about my writing, my “Jack Baruth” persona (not to be confused with the guy who cried during August Rush) and my swaggerific lifestyle. But what did I write to get this particular fellow so upset? Read the rest of this entry »
Starting today, I’ll be writing something for Road&Track Online at least once a week, on Fridays. Catch the first installment here —At Dealerships, The Toyobaru Story Is A Tale Told By An Idiot. It’s the story of a test drive I took with a friend. Wisely, R&T‘s online editor-in-chief, Alex Nunez, removed the part where I talked about drifting on public roads.
Alert readers will notice that I now have two examples of the 1985-build Westone Spectrum FX. The new one is sort of showing its best side; the back’s beat to all hell, the frets will need replacing, and at some point in the guitar’s life it was vandalized with the addition of a Fender-style five-way swich. I have a fourth one waiting for me the next time I can get to Chicago, so this new one will probably be the subject of a resto-mod of sorts. The phrase “Porsche Lime Green” has been thrown about.
But speaking of Porsches, I’ve written before about how the Japanese guitar builders went from unbeatable to irrelevant within the space of two short years. It might be reasonable to ask why that collapse affected Japanese guitars but not Japanese cars. Why didn’t the market for imported-from-Japan automobiles collapse the way the music-instrument market did?
This could have gone better — the infamous Vodka McBigbra can be heard banging doors shut in the kitchen — but I’m pleased with a particular joke at the one-minute mark or so. Rated R for language and adult themes.
In other news, I saw the ortho this morning and while he showed me two fractures in the pelvis that are still unhealed, he signed off on the idea of me being on the racetrack in the second half of March… which means I might be able to race in April, right?
I’m nominally on leave from my various paid engagements at the moment, so the only thing you’ll see in R&T was something I wrote before I was injured. Still, it’s significant, at least to me. Read the rest of this entry »