Dear Dust

Sports are terrible now. The NFL is in the middle of a lockout because the millions they’re all making isn’t enough. MLB has seen two no-hitters this year and fans continue to stay away from ballpark. Even the media are having a hard time to find compelling stories to highlight. The NBA is a joke — players collude in the off season to determine what team to play for, demanding salaries that could relieve entire nations of health and medical problems. Tiger Woods was the reason to watch golf and now he can’t make it through nine holes. Seriously, do sports suck so hard?

All Blows

Dear Dust

So Bin Laden is dead about nine minutes and suddenly everyone around me is all conspiracy this, perfect timing that. I’d say about half of my friends think Bush knew where he was all along, and the other half think Obama killed Osama to distract us from the birth certificate. I’m confused. Do any of these theories have merit? Please un-confuse me.

Miss Lu

Dear Dust

Why can’t I quit smoking? I feel so sad without cigs, and they are killing me. Am I nuts? I can’t sleep or even work without them. Help.

Lizard

Dear Dust

I DARE you to print this. I know you won’t. And when you don’t, I’m going to start posting this on comment boards around the site.

Why? Because I’ve been studying “The Dust” ever since the (I won’t say your, because you are not you) first column. I’ve done a good deal of research: cross-checking, old posts, word comparisons, repetitions, likely suspects. And I’ve finally narrowed your identity down to one person.

Dear Dust

 

A year ago my girlfriend OD’d. At least I think that’s what happened. The medical end of things concluded that she committed suicide. But, in a way I just don’t believe she’d walk away from me like that. Without a word. I know it’s selfish, to maybe embrace something that’s false, but part of me is sure it was an accident. When I tell my friends this, they roll their eyes and act like I’m deluded. No one wants to talk about it anymore and they change the subject when I bring it up now. The subtext is always “What, you’re not over it yet?” My question is, what do I do when the answer is still “No, not yet. Not even close.”

 

Sid

Dear Dust

Lately I have developed such an incredible attraction for Katy Perry. Even though I hate her voice and her songs are uniformly awful, I still buy her cds and watch her on the net endlessly. If it were twenty years ago, I’d have a lunchbox with her picture on it and a poster on the wall. Is this wrong? Am I a bad person? I used to make fun of people like me, and now I am one.

help!

Fanboy

Dear Dust

Long time reader, first time writer. I was very interested in last week’s column when you mentioned your former wife. Can we hear some details about your current wife and family? Castle Dust sounds so cozy, every time you mention it I wish I could visit. Maybe even stay the weekend.

Jessica

Dear Dust

 

There I was sitting in traffic yesterday, trying to find a station to listen to, when I noticed the person in front of me had a bumper sticker that said VISUALIZE WORLD PEACE. Like most people, I’ve seen this sticker around for years, and never really thought twice about it. But for some reason, this time, it fucking infuriated me. It’s like, why do I have to visualize anything? I seriously wanted to get out of the car and say something to the driver. But I sat there and stewed instead. Was I visualizing cowardice? Or did I do the right thing?


Thanks,

Robin

Dear Dust

I am a long time TNB contributor, and I just wanted to take a second to sort of anonymously let you know how fucking hard your column rocks. How do you grind these out every week? Funny, erudite, and wise. I am consistently amazed that your latest is almost always the most interesting thing on the board. But, enough blowing smoke up your ass. The reason I’m writing is to say that I’m sorry for the tepid response comment-wise. Around here, plenty of lame “this happened to me today, isn’t the world crazy?” things about riding the bus get 150 comments, but it doesn’t necessarily mean anything! Just wanted to make sure you knew that. To be honest, I’m not sure what to make of TNB lately myself. I don’t participate much any more because the huge volume of material is overwhelming. Back in the day, you posted things and they hung around for consideration. Now, you put something up and it’s off the board almost immediately. And even though there’s good writing, there’s a lot more that is nothing but glorified blogs. And the bloggers zip around writing tepid things on each other’s stuff in the hopes that they’ll get tepid comments back to boost their totals. It’s like some kid’s game that has nothing to do with quality of writing, even though everyone on the site bemoans the state of publishing and how good books don’t get the attention they deserve. Actually, I think deep down TNB is a pretty good reflection of the buying public. Everyone talks a good game, but they still want to read Jodi Picoult in the end. It kind of makes me sick in a way. Or maybe I should say just sad.

Dear Dust

My girlfriend maintains friendships with several guys that she’s dated in the past and whom she meets with for coffee or lunch from time to time. There are no trust issues here–almost all of them are in their own relationships and I’m not suspicious that there’s any malfeasance going on. However, I maintain a friendship with a woman I once lived with, which my girlfriend has recently asked me to “phase out.” It has been many years since I lived with this woman, who now has her own family. I cried foul that a double standard is being invoked. Current girlfriend insists that the fact that I lived with this woman is a sufficiently distinguishing factor to render our comparative situations into apple and orange categories. And so I ask you- 1) is there indeed a double standard in play here; and 2) what is an appropriate policy for exes within a current relationship?

Looking forward to your thoughts.

Nik Helle

Dear Dust

I am so sick of technology. I have an iPad and an Android and a Nook and a Gateway desktop. They all constantly need updating and downloading and tweaking and new peripheral gadgets. My camera is out of date, my music files are degrading, my thumb drive is infected with a worm. Who said all this stuff was an improvement? And don’t even get me started on tweeting and checking my Facebook status. It’s a deluge of input, most of which seems to make my life harder instead of easier. How do I get out from under this avalanche of silicone?

Leona

Dear Dust

I’m a 20 year-old college student who is taking a year off to travel around the world, and I want to bring five books with me. I hate Kindles, so no Kindle. Just five great books to get me through the down times. What should I bring?

(me and my friends all have a crush on The Dust. Just thought I’d share!)

Loo

Dear Dust

I can tell by reading your column (I came in a bit late, but have since gone back and caught up on them all) that you are not an avid Republican. Even though that’s how I would describe myself, it’s fine with me that we don’t always agree. I like your writing style, and I like to have my assumptions challenged, even if I end up sticking to my guns! So thanks for delivering! But I have to respectfully wonder if you can come across to my side a bit now that we are celebrating what would have been Ronald Reagan’s 100th birthday. Can you admit, in retrospect, that he may be the greatest president we’ve ever had? Curious what you think.

Thanks,

Jerry R.

Dear Dust

Get a clue, asshole. You’ll never write anything half as good as Fountainhead. Ayn Rand spelled it all out fifty years ago and if your [sic] too dumb to get it, then you can fall back in the mud with the rest.

The Light in The Cave

Dear Dust

Unemployment is really high across the nation, but seems particularly bad in my state. Won’t say which one, mostly cause it doesn’t much matter. I’m getting old, my trade has been sold off and become more or less obsolete. My prospects for a job anytime soon are lousy. It’s okay. I’ll get by. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again. It’s not so much like my family’s gonna miss meals, it’s that I feel pretty much invisible now. A man without a job might as well not exist around here. My wife would never say it, but I know she’s thinking it. Even my kids. I want a check, but I also want people to know I’m still here.


Thanks for listening

Les Pell