Monthly Archives: September 2018
I’ve crowded my life with empty boxes by comparing myself to other people and holding on to the idea that maybe one day I will be able to “fill the box” of what they have that I don’t.
Dogs are an antidote to the barriers we set up as a culture.
When everything you own is pink, excusing it as merely “ironic” becomes less convincing. No, you actually have to admit you’re fond of this obnoxious colour.
I located the shutoff valve on the piping and gave it a twist.
There are moments when silence is not the absence of sound. Instead, in those moments, silence is the space, the stillness, where the sound is heard.
I understand those who feel that respect must be earned in order to be given, but that stance won’t end any Cold Wars.
First of all, I mean I consumed music almost exclusively from the Red Hot Chili Peppers for three years. If you think I’m exaggerating, talk to any of my friends from high school.
What if the fairy-tale village is not so innocent? What if the destitute mother sues for custody? What if Cinderella seduces the prince?
Will you have psychedelic bathwater? No. Will you be picking glitter out of your nether regions? Also no.
So, please tune in to the Marblelympics because it is the low stakes competition you need in your life, because it is a dazzling little world, and because I really need people I can talk about this with, you guys!
I rate this millennial trend three out of five stars.
So, we should ask again, and with renewed urgency: why Lovecraft? In the face of his cultural saturation and manifest awfulness, how do we account for and reckon with his appeal?
gma (6:46 p.m.) – Trying to go to Gmail, but autocomplete failed me. “GMA” brings you to “Good Morning America.”
gmail (6:47 p.m.) – Nailed it.
My American Saturdays began with a coffee and a crescendo of college football media. Blogs, Twitter, and ESPN College Gameday made for a surround-sound cacophony of predictions, punditry, and hot takes.
When the show released its most recent episodes on US Netflix earlier this month, I of course hit play as soon as I could. But I—like hundreds of others tweeting and otherwise panicking on social media—immediately noticed a difference.
Standing there, I have a similar sensation to the one on the Peter Pan ride at Disney World when your pirate ship escapes through the window of the children’s bedroom to reveal a sleepy London beneath you.
But after a few more minutes of walking, I saw it: the view from the top—the mountains that dropped into the sea, the trees already changing into their fall garments, the ocean fading into the sky.
Need coffee coffee coffee and a conversation with Lorelai at breakneck speed? Curious what Kirk’s new odd job is?lu
I make it about me, and I don’t listen.
I mean the real world, the one that roots and flowers and rots and hunts and shivers and casts its eyes to the moon and howls and sinks into dirt and blushes into color.
A kitten has milestones: vet visits, physical growth, the passage from kitten to cat food.
Rautavaara challenges the assumption that music belongs unequivocally to humanity by making birdsong a challenger and equal partner to “humansong.”
I don’t write about Steve that much on this blog because it’s cheesy and annoying and also I know that love isn’t just the cheesy stuff.
You get one or two good ideas of your own, and that’s it. That’s all you get to work with, and you can either beat your ass like some self-flagellating monk to make something with that idea, or you can leave it alone and keep on copying.
I stitched together my favorite childhood flannel sheets and some old towels to make my own sentimental reusable paper towels.
Get your laughs in, Midwesterners, but for eight-year-old Caitlin, Texas was paradise.
I awoke to our driver speaking in an urgent and concerned tone while tapping the horn.
We’re getting used to this: the shepherding of my distracted attention back into the air. Sitting off to the side and seeing my traffic go by.
Neighboring governments are refusing to accept these hungry, oppressed citizens, just for lacking a simple pamphlet made of dead trees and bureaucracy.