About this Burbia Blogger

- added on 08/08/2007

Anthony Savona

If you take John Mellencamp's (or whatever he was called back then) song "Small Town," and changed the "small town" lyric to "suburbs," then you'd pretty much get Anthony Savona's life. Born and raised in the 'burbs, Anthony currently raises his family in suburbia and works in the Big City as Editorial and Creative Director for a mid-sized B2B publishing company.

If you Google his name (or the variation "Tony Savona"), he is the one credited with the book Console Confessions and the magazines EQ, Surround Professional, Car Sound & Performance, and so on. He is not the one involved in any class action lawsuits, the "DC Application Details" (whatever that is), or the Office Manager for Office of the Prime Minister (who really seems to be a Tony Savona that has made something of himself).

His essays have appeared in GQ magazine (a long time ago, but it still counts) and director Kevin Smith's unfortunately named entertainment news site, Movie Poop Shoot (now the less scatologically named Quick Stop Entertainment).

Blogs by Anthony Savona

All-Thumbs No Chip Off The Old 'Mr. Fix-It' Block

Having thumbs is a wonderful thing: it separates us from the animals (except primates); lets us rate movies; allows us to make the bad decision to hitchhike; and so on. Being all thumbs, however, is not so great. Being all thumbs and a homeowner is

Can Good Fences Really Make Good Neighbors?

The first time I heard Robert Frost's poem Mending Wall, I was sitting in my tenth grade English class. The fences that Frost wrote about were basically built of stacked rocks. They were not very high, but were quite wide and ran the length of the two properties they divided ...read more.

Throw Out Your Dead

Nothing can ruin a perfectly beautiful spring morning in the suburbs like the sight of a wild animal that has chosen your lawn as its final resting place. And not just because dead animals themselves are disturbing, but also--and more so--because it is now your job to be undertaker for ...read more.

Open Letter To The Guy Who Stole My 15 Year-Old Piece-Of-Junk Car

Dear Sir: I don't know what attracted you to my car from the hundreds surrounding it in the Long Island Railroad commuter parking lot. Maybe it was the glimmer of metallic silver popping out from beneath the flaking bits of black paint ...read more.

Earth Day Special: Starbucks And The Cup Sleeve Of Doom

So, apparently the Earth is in bad shape and, according to my local Starbucks barista, it's the fault of my sensitive fingers and me. I found this out the other day. Everything had been going well. I ordered caffeinated beverages for my wife and me, and was patiently waiting for ...read more.