Philly? Or San Diego? In Which Beck Questions the Weather and Tries to Enjoy Herself

It's 65 degrees outside. On January 12. This means that soon - probably within the next couple of weeks - the weather will turn hateful. It's supposed to be in the 30s right now, not the 60s. This is Philly, not California. I grew up in the metro Detroit area, and I am no stranger …

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Working on Some This, Working on Some That.

I did a little freelance work this morning, and then I actually sat down and started revising and working on my novel. Welcome to the State of Beck Address. Here are my talking points: I'm going through a midlife crisis. I'm turning 42 in a few months, so this should surprise no one. I've got …

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Happy Birthday to My Dad. Miserable President’s Day to Cheeto Mussolini.

I have the day off (sort of; I still went into work for a little while), so I'm out and about in the world, trying to get some shit done. It's President's Day, which used to just sort of mean that banks and courts were closed, and now it means I have to remember our …

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