1. Weird that they should mention him, but I was listening to Gary Bartz while reading that.
2. I had absolutely no clue W. commuted John Forte's sentence. What the hell was that all about?
3. I think Things Fall Apart is one of the greatest hip-hop albums of all time. I can't believe it only scratched gold. How depressing. But it only goes to prove that my tastes have never had relevance.
Toiling in utter obscurity his entire life, Bill Campbell is the author of two novels, Sunshine Patriots and My Booty Novel. He has also been a music critic and published his own zine, Contraband and a music trade publication, CD Revolutions. Currently, he lives in the DC area (missing his beloved Cleveland Park) with his wife and daughter.
32-year-old writer, Damian Cross, returns home from his first book tour only to be dumped by his fiancee, who he's been with for 7 years. Now, Damian has to start over while writing his second novel while all his friends are trying to convince him to write a "booty novel" to make money. Written in blog form, My Booty Novel is a funny, heartwarming tale of dating, starting over, and learning to let go of old pains in order to find new joys.
United Earth, intergalactic war hero, Aaron "The Berber" Barber finds himself in a place he's never been before--fighting his fellow human beings. With chaos, rebellion, and bloodshed all around him, Barber suddenly questions his role as a war hero and spokesman for Smell-A-Vision. Sunshine Patriots is a satirical science fiction novel that asks the important question: What does it mean to truly be a hero?
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Unrelated, but I thought you'd like it:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/10/arts/music/10root.html
Thanks, Shani. Good article.
1. Weird that they should mention him, but I was listening to Gary Bartz while reading that.
2. I had absolutely no clue W. commuted John Forte's sentence. What the hell was that all about?
3. I think Things Fall Apart is one of the greatest hip-hop albums of all time. I can't believe it only scratched gold. How depressing. But it only goes to prove that my tastes have never had relevance.
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