DAMMIT!

Writer David Foster Wallace was found dead today. I heard the news on NPR as we were heading out to see my nieces and in-laws.

So. Not. Fair. Wallace was one hell of a writer. His essay, "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again," is cracked brilliance. It's something that I wish I could pull off.

Damn shame. Now I need to commit to Infinite Jest.