Masking Virtuoso Takes the Day Off

My mother was recently visiting our family for a little more than a week. Some friends have said that a week is a “long” visit. Though I understand that this statement is relative, the designation of the visit as “long” is both a gross understatement and completely untrue.  It’s untrue because saying the visit isContinue reading “Masking Virtuoso Takes the Day Off”

Life-life balance, OR Does this meet my strategic goals?

Though I intermittently engage in New Year’s resolutions, this practice is one that I increasingly follow without holding the outcome too tightly. As an example of this fact, it’s almost March and I am just now talking about New Year’s. What is time anyway, amirite? This year, however, after having formally exited my shitty jobContinue reading “Life-life balance, OR Does this meet my strategic goals?”

Obsolescence, OR Bildungsroman

My oldest kid is turning 13 in less than a week. By itself this doesn’t really mean a lot because age is just a number. It is not so much that I feel like, as common parenting tropes would suggest, that it all goes by so fast. No, I would not trade an “ok boomer”Continue reading “Obsolescence, OR Bildungsroman”

Curated: conjuring demand and identity

I love beautiful things. Full stop. When things are not beautiful it hurts a little. I have been known to say to friends, usually when talking about things like interior or fashion design, “if you can make it beautiful, you should.” I live my life in the center of what one would call “refined aesthetics.” Continue reading Curated: conjuring demand and identity

Reality, Mysticism and Psychedelia

The first time I ever “tripped” I was sitting in a university classroom. I went on a mystical journey to a time before time, where the totality of what would have been existence represented itself to me as a tableau my mind could comprehend: a committee meeting to choose the laws of physics where godContinue reading “Reality, Mysticism and Psychedelia”

2021 Growing Season: urban farming by the numbers

It turns out that the lofty goals of building a 500 square foot chicken enclosure, 250 square feet of raised beds, a 20 foot long by 2.5 foot tall rock retaining wall, while also roto-tilling the better part of 2,000 square feet of sod into mulched perennial beds [which amounted to about 14 cubic yardsContinue reading “2021 Growing Season: urban farming by the numbers”

Where were you? On memory and collective processing of September 11th, 20 years later

September 11th was about three weeks into my first year of college. I was 18 years old, living on my own for the first time with strangers in an un-airconditioned, 6 story brick oven of fellow underclass students on the southern campus of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. I had a newContinue reading “Where were you? On memory and collective processing of September 11th, 20 years later”

On Writer’s Block, OR Being a solider in the army against the apocalypse

I write every day. I keep a journal which is part “day in the life” and part “holy shit, I was inadvertently really clever back there I should write more about that.” Writing that has not been just a re-cap of my daily life has been a total struggle for the last month and aContinue reading “On Writer’s Block, OR Being a solider in the army against the apocalypse”

Impermanence, OR how to act when the future isn’t coming

Reading [listening to] Terry Tempest Williams’s essay collection Erosion: Essays of Undoing while building my retaining wall [and maybe doubling down on irony]. It is a transcript of a conversation between herself and Tim deChristopher before his 2011 sentencing after being found guilty of violations of the Federal Onshore Oil and Gas Leasing Reform Act.Continue reading “Impermanence, OR how to act when the future isn’t coming”

On Freedom, OR: ‘Murica!

This is a post I wanted to write, or was mentally writing, on US Independence Day, but was not at liberty to sit down and actually write, which continues to strike me as ironic [kind of like everything about the American concept of “freedom”]. I don’t know what “freedom” is, or rather that is misdirectionContinue reading “On Freedom, OR: ‘Murica!”