StoryWoolf Cometh

Holy Fucking Shit.

I can can say that because this is my personal website and I can say that because it can feel like a dam is breaking when you’ve been holding something in for nearly(?) ten years. Never mind. It HAS been ten years.

Today the social media accounts for StoryWoolf came alive. StoryWoolf is a new publishing platform meant to end how tech and digital media have exploited content creators over the years (and it’s my idea!!). We need a new paradigm. We need writers and readers to be able to connect directly, where writers are the primary beneficiaries of their own labor. This is what I believe. This is why the StoryWoolf team has been working and hustling to make StoryWoolf a reality.

But I’m not rich. And I’m not a tech bro. And my team still has other jobs, like I do. And so we’ve had to work hard. And slow. And deliberately.

When I used to lie in bed, exhausted, and stare at my ceiling and wonder if I’d wasted my money and years of my life on a gamble, I would try to tell myself: you just have to stay alive long enough. You just have to keep going, keep working, never give up, and some day you’ll wake up and you’ll get to tell people about this project you’ve put your heart and soul and every dime of your money into.

AND HOLY FUCKING SHIT, today is the day I get to tell you about it.

As for March? Well. You’ll get to see the nitty-gritty of what I’m talking about.

Until then, please join me over the next few weeks — quite a short time, really, when you think about it — as I tell the Story of StoryWoolf.

It begins with a party.

Podcast Launch: Bureau of Complaint

As many of you know, I used to cohost and produce the fabulous podcast Livin’ and Lovin’ in NYC with the glorious Victoria Davis (“The Victator”). During its short run, we were lucky enough to be featured in the Village VoiceSavage LoveWNYCThrillist and FILTHY.

Then I left New York, and with it, my position as cohost.


Enter the Bureau of Complaint.

The Bureau is the brainchild of Tye Pemberton and myself. A podcast for the times, if you will. No complaint is too petty, no rant too long. We’re here to sound off on what gripes us, and most importantly (POSSIBLY), what gripes you. Co-catharsis anyone?

Have a listen to Episode One: Baby Boomers and then send us your feedback (or a complaint of your own) on our website. If you’re feeling extra generous, leave us a review on SoundCloud. (iTunes streaming forthcoming.)

We look forward to hearing from you.


By: Laura Jean Moore and Tye Pemberton

You do not have to be call-your-wife-mom good.
You do not have to walk on your knees in Guantanamo or
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting (as Weezer’s Africa cover
plays on repeat.)
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what Madison Avenue tells it to love.
Tell me about political despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on in a climate-denying march towards human extinction.
Meanwhile the sun and the acid pebbles of the rain
are moving across the dying landscapes,
over the fracked up prairies and the lost deep trees,
the mined mountains and the polluted rivers.
Meanwhile the last wild geese, high in the unclean, blue-ish air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how very lonely,
the ad world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like those last wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your temporary place
in the family of things.

If you can’t be there, help there. #Charlottesville

I condemn the white supremacists and Neo-Nazis in Charlottesville. So should you. 
Here’s how you can help:


Image Credit: Woody Guthrie, Bard of American Anti-fascism

“Reclaiming My Time”

Because I needed this in my life, I thought you might need it too.

Here’s an MP3 ringtone I made of the gentle lady from California Maxine Waters saying what we all should be saying to nonsense everyday: “Reclaiming My Time.”


Pic credit: Maxine Waters’ Official Portrait