The Journal Pulp Blog

  • Ex High School Basketball Star

    May 3rd, 2017 | Uncategorized | journalpulp | 2 Comments

    You were a pure shooter, a long shot. You were a star. Another nobody black boy raised in a fractured home in middle America: a drunk father who worked twenty-five years for Clayton County, and a mother who loved you but was always too passive, it seemed, to truly care. Yet you were inherently happy. […]

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  • Waitress

    April 25th, 2017 | Americana | journalpulp | No Comments

    She works in a diner called the Desert Rose which sits along the northwestern edge of Colorado, near the Utah border. It’s a small and undistinguished affair, worn and weathered but always brightly lit and burning like a little beacon in that high American desert. Triangles of cherry pie sit bleeding in the pie case, […]

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  • How to be Unforgettable

    April 25th, 2017 | Whiskey Wisdom | journalpulp | No Comments

    Most people are boring. Not you. Why? Because you broke away from the pack a long time ago. You’re a different breed — a dog of a different color. You cultivated the black art of individuality, learned the art of personality. You became brilliant. People argue about your modesty. She does things differently, they say, […]

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  • Is Shakespeare All That?

    April 23rd, 2017 | Shakespeare | journalpulp | 2 Comments

    On this day (April 23, 1564) was born the greatest poet the world has ever known. The following is a repost from an excellent question I once received: Dear Ray Harvey: Is Shakespeare all that? — Slo Readuh Dear Slo Readuh: No, he’s not all that. He’s all that and more. It’s impossible to overstate […]

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  • Lynchpin

    April 6th, 2017 | Whiskey Wisdom | journalpulp | No Comments

    For you, the secret was never a secret, quite, because for you it always seemed natural — not necessarily easy, of course, but obvious, and obviously right. It never mystified you, perhaps because you learned long ago that your body is a ship, your brain the pilot at the tip. Which is why everything you […]

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  • Beware the Ides of March

    March 15th, 2017 | Shakespeare | journalpulp | No Comments

    Ceasar: The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar, but not gone. — Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 1. The word ides is derived from the ancient Roman calendar and comes from the Latin idus, which, as Oxford explains it, means “a day falling roughly in the middle of each month (the 15th day […]

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  • Gin and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

    February 9th, 2017 | Bartending | journalpulp | No Comments

    Did you know that gin is flavored vodka? It’s a Dutch invention. The word itself comes from the Dutch word jenever, which in English is genever, in French genievre — all of which derive from the Latin juniperus — and this goes far in explaining why the predominant flavor of gin is juniper berry. The […]

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  • Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail: Have You Heard the Story of the Hot Rod Lincoln?

    December 19th, 2016 | Bartending | journalpulp | 2 Comments

      The Sudsbuster He was one of the mellow, the soft-spoken, the tawny-haired — one who preferred to be alone. His name was Mark, a dishwasher at age 45. He was a drifter, a loner. He valued his freedom above all. Dishwashing jobs he could always find. Our paths crossed and re-crossed at the Café Claire, where […]

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  • The Brightest One In The Bar

    December 14th, 2016 | Whiskey Wisdom | journalpulp | 8 Comments

    You can spot her from a mile away, the smartest one in the bar – or, if not quite from a mile, nonetheless from very far. She doesn’t necessarily think of herself as smart. Still, her brain is carefully crafted – self-crafted and stylized – like a work of art. Her eyes are alert and bright and lively. They twinkle. She’s […]

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  • Wickedly Cool

    December 12th, 2016 | Whiskey Wisdom | journalpulp | 4 Comments

    Personality is personal style. It is nothing more and it is nothing less. The art of charisma is really the art of personality. Which is why there are as many different ways to be charismatic as there are different styles of personality. Personality is the sum total of one’s many individual characteristics as they come […]

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  • 7 Stupendously Simple Ways to Make Yourself Into a Better Writer

    November 30th, 2016 | Writing | journalpulp | No Comments

    Suppose someone were to tell you that you could become a better writer in a single week — would you believe it? Me neither. And yet that’s precisely what I’m about to do. And more: I’m about to make a believer out of you. I tried this on a bet — and lost. Here is how you […]

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  • Are You Fascinating?

    November 17th, 2016 | Whiskey Wisdom | journalpulp | 4 Comments

    Well, are you, punk? Or are you boring as hell? How, furthermore, can you tell? How can you tell if you’re an inveterate bore, or if you’re just in a kind of long-term funk? Much of what we hear about commanding attention and the power to fascinate is theoretical and abstract, a sort of psychological […]

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  • The Most Interesting Dog in the World

    November 9th, 2016 | Book of Dog, College of Subversive Knowledge | journalpulp | 6 Comments

    His bite is louder than his bark, which is saying a lot …

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  • Whiskey Wisdom: 5 Bullshit Notions That Will Suffocate Your Wild Potential And Kill the Living Beast Within You

    October 16th, 2016 | Whiskey Wisdom | journalpulp | No Comments

    Answer this honestly: How often do you undermine yourself? Answer quickly: How guilty are you of self-sabotage? If you’re anything like most, the answer is approximately “a lot.” The following are five bullshit notions bartenders often hear that would kill the living beast in anyone: 1. You’re not smart enough Then educate yourself. As you […]

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  • Gap-Toothed Girl

    October 5th, 2016 | Writing | journalpulp | 2 Comments

      Chapter 1   Tournament night in a sweltering Las Vegas stadium, and the girl with the gap-toothed smile stood bleeding in her ballet slippers. The sodium lights of the arena lay upcast on the low-hanging sky above. There was an electrical charge in the air: a crackling undercurrent that came neither from the lights […]

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