I love me some Viola Davis. BUT if I had been proofreading her memoir, I would have called her out on how many times she used "no words to/can describe" and told her to "find the words." Nevertheless, my reaction would've been the same as yours. LMAO
I need to take the proper time to listen to the podcast and watch Michael's breakdown but this footnote is 80% EXACTLY like what I envision Michael doing when he makes his masterpiece breakdowns.
Also, good to know about DFW...Something that bothers me and I've been probably to scared to write about is how people tend to be permissive of people that show flashes of genius. I don't know why their behavior has to be absolved even if we recognize that their humanity means that they are fallible and probably prone to doing things that are not ethical/legal. Anyways, you got my wheels spinning on this!
I'm back after listening to your podcast ep! Ashamedly this is the first Bleecker Bomb I've ever listened to. It's like sitting in your deep dive. I love every bit of it.
...what an excellent combo...my favorite trashy memoir btw is David Lee Roth "Crazy From The Heat"...simultaneously one of the best and worst things i have ever read...
"Michael Dean’s alarm goes off at 5am and he turns himself on, like a robot. He does drink coffee but only for appearances. He sits at his computer with three screens and reads, and writes, and transcribes, and pours over every sentence of the essay. There’s a large white board in the room. He stands and draws on the white board with a black marker. There are words and circles and arrows and lines and everything is connected. He runs back and forth from the computer to the whiteboard; his hands can’t keep up with his thoughts. At this point he’s wearing a white lab coat and goggles. He works like this until midnight, stopping only briefly for food, bathroom breaks, and short conversations with his wife. This goes on for three days. The result is a Michael Dean masterpiece, as per usual."
I love me some Viola Davis. BUT if I had been proofreading her memoir, I would have called her out on how many times she used "no words to/can describe" and told her to "find the words." Nevertheless, my reaction would've been the same as yours. LMAO
I need to take the proper time to listen to the podcast and watch Michael's breakdown but this footnote is 80% EXACTLY like what I envision Michael doing when he makes his masterpiece breakdowns.
Also, good to know about DFW...Something that bothers me and I've been probably to scared to write about is how people tend to be permissive of people that show flashes of genius. I don't know why their behavior has to be absolved even if we recognize that their humanity means that they are fallible and probably prone to doing things that are not ethical/legal. Anyways, you got my wheels spinning on this!
I'm back after listening to your podcast ep! Ashamedly this is the first Bleecker Bomb I've ever listened to. It's like sitting in your deep dive. I love every bit of it.
...what an excellent combo...my favorite trashy memoir btw is David Lee Roth "Crazy From The Heat"...simultaneously one of the best and worst things i have ever read...
"He does drink coffee but only for appearances." haha!
If only I had the words to describe my enjoyment of that end note. ;-)
Normally don't listen to the podcast, but I'm intrigued. Will check it out and always appreciate how you show rather than tell.
That moment when one realizes 1992 wasn't twenty two years ago but thirty two years ago...
This Bleecker Bomb was nuclear and I am here for it!
Well said: "This goes on for three days. The result is a Michael Dean masterpiece, as per usual."
Charlie, I'm in Hawaii on spring break with my family - will dig in when I get home :)
"Michael Dean’s alarm goes off at 5am and he turns himself on, like a robot. He does drink coffee but only for appearances. He sits at his computer with three screens and reads, and writes, and transcribes, and pours over every sentence of the essay. There’s a large white board in the room. He stands and draws on the white board with a black marker. There are words and circles and arrows and lines and everything is connected. He runs back and forth from the computer to the whiteboard; his hands can’t keep up with his thoughts. At this point he’s wearing a white lab coat and goggles. He works like this until midnight, stopping only briefly for food, bathroom breaks, and short conversations with his wife. This goes on for three days. The result is a Michael Dean masterpiece, as per usual."
Oh yeah that's exactly what I imagine
Lol I chuckled consistently throughout the note at the end