About What Work Isn’t
I’m Scott Weaver, and What Work Isn’t is my blog. Hey man, welcome to my blog. Please allow me to slip into something a little more third-persony.
Scott Weaver lives in Washington, D.C. Boise, Idaho. He writes and edits things. Sometimes he teaches things.
His journalism has addressed such hot-button issues as predatory lending, the juvenile justice system, Wilco’s alleged decline into Dad Rock, illegal gun trafficking in Virginia, the rise of New Media, why Steve Earle is the pentacle of human existence, Barack Obama, where college students buy their cigarettes and condoms if not at CVS, why Virginia Democrats hated Hillary Clinton in Febuary, and why John Tuturro insisted on naming the protagonist of his latest movie Nick Murder.
Stuff like that. To read more of his stuff, you can check out Scott-Weaver.com.
His poetry has appeared in The Mochila Review, Rattle, and The Burnside Review. He has poems forthcoming in the New York Quarterly and The Brooklyn Review. Nobody wants to publish his book, though, and that’s just too goddamn bad.
And don’t talk to him about chicken wings or pizza. He doesn’t want to hear about them. It is now okay to talk to him about chicken wings and pizza, thank God. Do not talk to him about beer. He doesn’t want to heard fucking word one about beer. Especially all the really good Idaho/Washington State beer.
Hey, Scott
I just found your site today, and it’s very enjoyable. My name is Kevan, and I run a Boise State football website called One Bronco Nation Under God. I see you’ve recently come from Washington, D.C. Are you a Bronco fan yet? If so, maybe we could work something out where you could guest post for us once in awhile … if you’re interested. Keep up the good work.
Kevan
I think this means you are no longer a veganista. Is that right?
Indeed. I fell off the wagon. Or got on. I can’t never remember if the wagon is representative of meat or veganism. Whatever. Wherever the chicken wings are, that’s where I am.