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 “
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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”
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 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”
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”
september 24, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
I wonder often about what I could be if I just got out of my own damn way. My bad habits have ranged over the years from innocuous to injurious, from seductive to sad. I’m going on two months of not biting my fingernails, for example. Aside from an extra cold now and then and the stigmaContinue reading “september 24, 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”
july 23, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
We’ve finally arrived at the present. I’m not driven to write about much, other than to reflect on a weekend filled with gigs, pools, and political upheaval. The two-week buffer of material I had, until now, has disappeared after two weeks of inactivity, one justifiable and one less so. This is part of an enduringContinue reading “july 23, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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