Electric Josh

Bad prose vault

Occasionally, when I have something useful and relatively long to say, I write little stories. Here are several.

Slayer

Back in college, a couple of my friends worked at WRUV, the campus radio station. For a few golden years, it was easy to stay hooked up with good music, and there was plenty around to be heard. Times have changed...

Learning guitar

No one but the poor wife will hear anytime soon, but I can almost claim to play a musical instrument. It's sort of an ongoing battle.

Interviewed

Today at work I was interviewed in a very cursory, mostly linguistically compatible fashion. The experience reminded me, in my small brain's usual circuitous fashion, of high school.

Train

Traffic in Boston is horrible, so I take the T; it's only marginally better.