All Of The Old Posts
April 6, 2018
A Boing, Some Gulls, A Screech
Some first sounds, some old songs, some gulls to start it all out: one more monthly playlist, even if it’s just to get a chance to listen to more Laura Jane Grace.
April 3, 2018
Outside Hotel Windows
There’s always a lamp, a chair, a set of drawers. And there’s always windows. What’s outside the windows is the only thing that changes.
March 5, 2018
Bright Hip Hop Horns in a Garbage Heap
Anger and escape often contradict each other, except on music playlists, where they hold hands and sing complicated songs.
March 2, 2018
My Smart Home’s Not That Smart
Our garage door has wifi, three remote features I barely use, and still doesn’t always work the way it’s supposed to. What happens when all of our things are like this?
February 21, 2018
Click, Click, Boom
There are two paths we can take to tackle our seven million daily problems: we can try to tackle them all at once, or we can let a few of them slide, despite that clicking noise you might hear.
February 16, 2018
In Between the Mixtapes
Five paragraphs about my new writing habit, and how there’s more to this life than writing about your first Def Leppard concert, apparently.
February 5, 2018
On Making Mixtapes
In which the author talks for (probably) too long about mixtapes, and then introduces the first of a monthly series of Spotify playlists that the aforementioned author keeps calling “mixtapes.”
February 2, 2018
Seven Index Cards and Two Post-It Notes
Seven index cards and two Post-It notes represent the full weight of my unfinished projects. This is how I manage that weight by forgetting, accepting, and throwing away.
January 29, 2018
The Reader, Reading It, Makes It Live: On Using My Name
An introduction to a new blog design, by way of writing in secret, creating a Road ID, using my real name, and saying goodbye to both Black Marks on Wood Pulp and Ursula K. Le Guin.
December 6, 2017
A Quick Coffee Break: Featured on Write Now with Sarah Werner
I was featured on a podcast called “Write Now” with my friend Sarah Werner, in which I talk about not actually writing and only a little bit about professional wrestling.