Have you looked at the sky lately? It’s the talk of the town. This morning, a sun burning through a sheen of clouds, making a sunrise of pastel pink and orange, last night, a big bright moon surrounded by stars – it’s hard not to look up. In prettier moments, it makes me feel smallContinue reading “february 11, 2025 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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december 17, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
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”
december 10, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
Kendrick Lamar and Father John Misty both dropped albums on November 22nd, which means I’ve been able to be obsessive and annoying about two wildly different albums at once. “Coffee and a cigarette. Found no better means of revolt yet” – Father John Misty, “Mental Health.” “Hey now, say now, I’m all about my Yen.Continue reading “december 10, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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 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”
october 22, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
I’ve noticed a recurring tendency with these posts: I feel a strange allegiance to being negative. I’ll go to write something, anything, and it almost always feels too positive to be worth sharing. With everything going on in the world, and the title of this “project,” whatever that word “project” means, I often feel like I need to be excavatingContinue reading “october 22, 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”
august 13, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
You wrote in your blog that Chutes Too Narrow by the Shins was the best album of 2003. That’s the same year that Magnolia Electric Co. by Songs: Ohia came out, so if you were still alive I would call and tell you you were full of shit. But since I didn’t know you that well while you were here, I decided to hear you out.Continue reading “august 13, 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”
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