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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january 28, 2025 – performative journaling at the End of the world
The title of this blog is starting to feel less metaphorical. Until a little over a hundred years ago, we thought you could cure things by bloodletting. This occurred to me last night with bloodied fingertips from flossing a particularly angered area of gum. We know now that bleeding out bad blood doesn’t fix things,Continue reading “january 28, 2025 – performative journaling at the End of the world “
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”
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”
december 3, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
I’m tired. There’s no need to make noise if you’ve got nothing to say. See you next week.
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 19, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
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”
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”
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”
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