Sometimes you just have to shut up and eat a banana. Maybe go for a walk, too. Doing so today allowed me to spare you from a long, self-flagellating blog post bemoaning how little I’ve been writing about “real” stuff on here lately. No, really– I have the crossed out paragraphs in my notebook toContinue reading “december 17, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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november 26, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
You wouldn’t know it from the way you’re reading this now, after it’s been typed and lazily proofread, but I’m changing up the PJ this morning by writing it first by hand. My hope is the change in rhythm will return me to a voice more approximate to something genuine, closer to something more approximateContinue reading “november 26, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
november 12, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
This morning, I walked into work against the wind. Fitting. It will be a miracle when I inevitably get through today. For valid reasons that will remain secret, I stayed out too late last night. It makes me, today, less than a model employee. Luckily, my laziness over the years has bred an unmatched efficiency,Continue reading “november 12, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
october 15, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
If it hasn’t been brought up before or if people have just met me, they tend to guess that I’m older than I really am. I think it’s a skincare thing: I’ve gotten a lot of sun and not enough sleep for years, and I boozed pretty hard in my early twenties, so my almost-twenty-six-year-old faceContinue reading “october 15, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
october 2, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
I’m a day late, according to an arbitrary schedule I came up with myself, but usually treat as absolute. Extremes are kind of my thing, and my tendency for the all-or-nothing has helped as much as harmed me. Roughly three years ago, I was in Denver with Stove. I wrote a few weeks ago about the time myContinue reading “october 2, 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 10, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
This week marks the three-year anniversary of the closest I’ve ever come to dying (as far as I know). Dying is a great reason to do things. It lends a sense of urgency where otherwise, were time unlimited, it would be easy to be complacent. Want to write songs? Stories? Do it—you could be deadContinue reading “september 10, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
august 6, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
It feels like the world has a head cold. Nothing serious, but a constant, slow drip. You dreamt of floods and you drive in rain, and you can’t get the right wiper speed without the plastic blades whimpering against the glass, but your music is just right. The world outside is wet but the rainContinue reading “august 6, 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”
june 25, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
I don’t want to do this. But there are lots of things I don’t want to do lately, and that lack of desire has been winning out more than I’m comfortable with. I enjoy writing, and I’ve been enjoying these journals, and I feel better than I did before I wrote them once I’m done,Continue reading “june 25, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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