january 7, 2025 – performative journaling at the End of the world

Holiday leniency has ended—not least of which for this silly blog, if at the very least, for my own benefit. I’ve always been more apt to be creative and productive in a frenetic, spontaneous way, but the inevitably long stretches between periods of inspiration have left me longing for more discipline in artistic pursuits. So evenContinue reading “january 7, 2025 – performative journaling at the End of the world”

october 29, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world

I had a memory yesterday of playing catch with my dad as a kid. More accurately, I laughed to myself remembering how, sometimes, he would throw a baseball at me as hard as he could. It wasn’t every time– part of the point of the exercise was to be unpredictable about it. I must have been six orContinue reading “october 29, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”

july 30, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world

Some days you just wake up evil. At least, I do. And by evil, I mean angry. But it doesn’t start that way.   The REM cycle doesn’t seem to agree with me. Put differently, trying to catch up on chronic sleep debt in one night never makes me feel good. Either way, I got eight hoursContinue reading “july 30, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”

may 21, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the World

This morning I went to work feeling like a can of hairspray. This is owed to my new haircut, which I guess is called a “maintenance cut,” which is another way of saying that I am growing my hair out, and that it had gotten sufficiently long so as to make me look grubby, so I went and spent moreContinue reading “may 21, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the World”