Category Archives: Jim Contains Multidudes

Rosie’s Basement and Other New Projects


My friend David Wolkin was nice enough to ask me for a contribution to Rosie’s Basement, a site about objects and memories. I wrote about my grandfather, Brooklyn, graduate school, and some other stuff. You can read the piece here. Thanks to everyone who has said nice things about it.

In other news, The Laughing Magician continues to chug along. This week I discussed Hellblazer #3, Margaret Thatcher, and yuppies from hell. This fall’s been pretty busy, but I’m trying to post over there at least once a week.

My poetry site, No New Yorker, has been updated a bit more regularly, and that’s going to continue as I work on my first chapbook, which is tentatively titled TOURNAMENT OF CHAMPIONS.

Finally, you can find the usual Tumblr fare over here.

More updates soon, including some honest-to-goodness new content for So Fake It’s Real. Thanks for reading.

New Project: The Laughing Magician

I’ve started a reading guide / journal of sorts for Hellblazer over here. I’ll still be updating this blog semi-regularly like usual, and I’ll be updating The Laughing Magician 2-3 times a week. Tell your friends! The first post in on The Sandman #3, site of my first encounter with John Constantine.

Odd Future’s Reception History

Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All

Check out “What We Talk About When We Talk About Odd Future,” a piece I wrote for my pal Ricky’s site, At A Glimpse. It’s a short essay, and it’s intended to get a conversation going on how the group has been reviewed and perceived by the press. A few quick notes:

-If you’re new to Odd Future, Pitchfork has an overview of their major records (and links to said records).

-The Bethelehem Shoals piece I mention in my essay┬ácan be found over at Poetry Foundation. It’s good.

-Speaking of casual homophobia, Kobe Bryant was recently fined $100,000 by the NBA for using the f-word to describe an official. Jon Amaechi’s take on the incident is worth your time.

-Speaking of the NBA, Knicks in seven. Unless Ray Allen continues to play like Ray Allen.