This is the mixed media blog of James Foreman. He writes things.

Favorite topics include art, history, modern life, pop culture, dating, sex, atheism, science, stories, whimsy, magic, writing and self-deprecation.

You can read a fiction story he wrote in the bestselling Machine of Death anthology, a true story he wrote in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette or a funny thing he wrote for McSweeney's.

He's working on a novel. It's going okay.

I never much looked forward to summer. I went to a prep school and most of my friends were boarders. When summer came, they left. College wasn’t any better.

Now I look forward to seeing my siblings more now that the summer months have brought them more freedom from the shackles of graduate studies and undergrad toil.

But the awful weather is still there, like a wet, woolen blanket. The only good thing about humidity is that is usually precedes a thunderstorm.

Summer is about thunderstorms and siblings, humidity and staying home. It’s no autumn, but it’ll do.