Jesse Pearson's personal blog can suck the hours from an afternoon.
He's interviewed almost everyone worth interviewing (meaning both David Lynch and David Simon), while the quiet stories pulled from his own life carry an unexpected gravity. His account of the belt buckles inherited after the early but unsurprising death of his father, for example, is sweetly short on sentiment, while his dissection of the best and worst author photos from his personal library is joyously scathing.
He doesn't update often, but for those who haven't visited before these pages will be a trove. It was a good six months. Hopefully the gap between posts signifies a larger work on the way.