Prologue: I thought about writing a review of Heretic, the new A24 movie with Hugh Grant playing an eloquent “um Ackshually” guy taking two Mormon missionaries captive, and tying it in with some larger comments on A24 movies in general, but instead the following 2,000 words will deal with a pointless diatribe about the Jake Paul/Tyson fight and myContinue reading “november 19, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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november 5, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
Naturally, I voted this morning. There’s no getting around it. If you’ve read this blog before, you won’t be surprised that I’m going to talk about the election—but I promise we’ll get through it, and I promise it won’t be what you think. I had a professor in undergrad who told me to never be “ashamedContinue reading “november 5, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
september 17, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
These weekly entries have become a prison of my own making. Today’s entry is brought to you by my last vestige of discipline. It’s not that there’s nothing to say, and only boring people get bored; given the size and scope of the world’s most dominant problems, my petty inconveniences and half-baked thoughts on my relativelyContinue reading “september 17, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
september 3, 2024 – performative journaling at the end of the world
So far, I’ve tried to resist turning these into laundry lists of recent experiences. I don’t want them to become meta-explorations of my inability to think of anything to write about, either. There are pages and pages like that in my personal journals, but to put the “performative” in the performative journal, I feel aContinue reading “september 3, 2024 – performative journaling at the end of the world”
august 27, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
The first thing I said this morning was “fuck you” to my alarm clock. It’s the kind of day when inanimate objects aren’t even safe from the scope of condemnation. But it might also be the kind of day when moods burn off like fog—I only need to find the sun. There’s nothing wrong, really,Continue reading “august 27, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
july 2 – performative journaling at the End of the world
Nothing screams America like explosions in the sky. Friday. $4 Coors Light, a beautiful night, a nice walk down to see some fireworks. But then Toby Keith had to go and ruin it. Maddy and I were standing in this “beer garden” cordoned off by orange temporary construction fencing. We had walked down to thisContinue reading “july 2 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
Owen McMahon is nostalgic and inventive in his latest release, “The Voice Memo Demos, Volume II, ‘Live and New at Open Mics.’”
Owen McMahon is nostalgic and inventive in his latest release, “The Voice Memo Demos, Volume II, ‘Live and New at Open Mics.’”
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