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“ A lot of the people who read a bestselling novel, for example, do not read much other fiction. By contrast, the audience for an obscure novel is largely composed of people who read a lot. That means the least popular books are judged by people who have the highest standards, while the most popular are judged by people who literally do not know any better. An American who read just one book this year was disproportionately likely to have read ‘The Lost Symbol’, by Dan Brown. He almost certainly liked it. — The Economist (via mudd up, peterwknox)

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I am Summerheaded

My memories of Shreveport summers are scattered like Kodak Instamatics from the TG&Y, full of lens flares and the Evil Knievil ghosts of America’s Bicentenial. They make my mind rev like a stolen go-cart. They bring dirt clod wars raging inside my head.

My brightest dreams come from sunny nights, brimming full of daylight savings time, mosquito trucks with their clouds of cancer, chasing kids on their 10 speeds, old folks sitting in their lawn chairs, watching it all go by, smiling and waving and wishing that we wouldn’t make so much noise.

At supper time, I smell chicken frying from our neighbor’s house. But not at mine – my momma’s on the Weight Watchers.

My eyes sting from the chlorine and my hands are sticky from the watermelon that we ate at the Elks’ Club. I lost my towel at the Pack-a-Sack playing Joust. It looks like a giant roll of Lifesavers. But it doesn’t matter. My swim suit is dry now.

Watch your snow cone. Don’t spill it in the car. When we get home you need to get that room picked up. Come on inside and help your daddy shell these purple hull peas.

Round 2 winner Will Clarke wins the @LitDeathMatch!! #LateNights

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That's me protecting Dallas' literary honor.

At Griffins Poboys in Houma

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Integer's Holiday Campaign for AT&T is in stores

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Holiday Cool

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All our loot from the Texas Book Festival

One of the highlights of this year's festival was reading Bill Scheft's EVERYTHING HURTS and then getting to interview him. Hilarious book and great guy.

Pinkberry and Red Mango ain't got nuthin on a Humphrey

Haynesville, The Movie

Growing up, my dad was all Beech-Nut chewing tobacco and cuss words. He was tomato vines, red-clay top-soil and a hoe. He was sunburn and picking squash. My dad was the man who promised me that if you had curly hair that he would buy you an Icee from the Pack-A-Sack. I was the only one of his four sons with curly hair. My dad was shooting squirrels with a BB gun and dressing them for dinner. My dad was Pabst Blue Ribbon and fried fish. My dad was the smell of an oil rig and tall pine trees. My dad was cutting firewood on Sundays. He was a Baby Ruth and a Coca-Cola bought at a country store. My dad was the breath-taking fire from blowing a gas well at night. My dad was Dee Clarke.

My banned essay, "How To Kill A Boy That Nobody Likes" is now available at the Kindle Store for 99 cents. Click here to order for your Kindle or your iPhone.

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Rainy days and Mondays

Бабки поют Бритни Спирс

The Clift also has the swankiest lobby in the world

This little shop on Valencia also sold Ligers

This sign made me want to eat here

The swankiest bar in the world is at The Clift in San Fran

Inside CAA

Bliss

Fried Green Awesomeness at Hattie's

My dad is on the big oil rig in the sky now. Harris G Clarke, Jr. 11/14/33 to 7/4/09

Growing up, my dad was all Beech-Nut chewing tobacco and cuss words. He was tomato vines, red-clay top-soil and a hoe. He was sunburn and picking squash. My dad was the man who promised me that if you had curly hair that he would buy you an Icee from the Pack-A-Sack. I was the only one of his four sons with curly hair. My dad was shooting squirrels with a BB gun and dressing them for dinner. My dad was Pabst Blue Ribbon and fried fish. My dad was the smell of an oil rig and tall pine trees. My dad was cutting firewood on Sundays. He was a Baby Ruth and a Coca-Cola bought at a country store. My dad was the breath-taking fire from blowing a gas well at night. My dad was Dee Clarke.

Legacy Books in Plano is beautiful

The newly opened New Flower Market on Henderson is the Greenville Whole Foods circa 1993

"How To Kill A Boy That Nobody Likes" Now On Kindle

My banned essay, "How To Kill A Boy That Nobody Likes" is now available at the Kindle Store for 99 cents. Click here to order for your Kindle or your iPhone.

LAX = ZOO

Gray, Gray L.A.

Speaking at the Trammel Crowe Asian Arts Collection

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Neutral Milk Hotel are from Ruston, LA

Sin Fang Bous: Genius

On the plane in Chicago headed home to Dallas.

Pure Awesomeness

Lakewood Whole Foods