Comparing your success to someone else’s success is a slow descent into hellfire, not unlike doing your laundry. Exclusively when, like me, your washer and dryer are in a deep dark pit beneath the shared apartment you’re renting. I’ve fallen down the steps and blindly fondled cobwebs like it’s my job (note: would be a…… Continue reading The Story of Doubt and Dirty Clothes
I love writing on things that weren’t meant to be written on — napkins, bridges, decrepit buildings, library books, wet concrete, drunk people’s faces. Some might call it vandalism…and yeah… that’s about right. But it’s also my desire to communicate without actually talking to people, because people are terrifying. I’d much rather leave a frosting…… Continue reading The Story of Glorified Vandalism
As of late, I’ve been in a bit of a blogging slump. Maybe because I’m in the process of moving and have a lot of other stuff on my mind, like the exploding washing machine, which by the way, I’m thinking of writing a two-person *musical about. Or maybe my slump started when the temperature…… Continue reading Christmas Angel (No, Not Tim Allen): The Story of Mrs. Claus
Sorry to start this post like a bad valedictorian speech, but I’d like to define a word for you. I googled “reality” (I’m not high) and one answer was, “the state or quality of having existence or substance.” Fine. But then it goes on to exemplify this with, “youth, when death has no reality.” What kind…… Continue reading Trick Question: Fiction, Real or Fake?
The world is hopeless in so many ways. Pretty much every show on TLC (except *Cake Boss) proves that. But wait…the trailer for **Planet Earth II reminded me that our world is also awesome. Hopelessly awesome! Sorry to all you other planets out there. I know you have craters, Ridley Scott, and Sigourney Weaver (all…… Continue reading Where 2 Next? The Story of Planet Earth
It’s odd that a complete stranger can capture us in color, words, or music. But that’s art. Last Monday, I posted “self-portraits” in jest of the election. This Monday, I’m posting a more sincere picture book. I think everyone stumbles across photographs or art that makes some hidden part of them feel seen. These are…… Continue reading Self Portrait: Pictures of Me that Aren’t Me
Where would we be without teachers? Stoopid town, that’s where. But there is no rule that says your teachers must be human, or even alive, and no we aren’t talking vampires. I’ve always struggled to connect with teachers / humans in general (it’s the plight of the awkward person), but looking back, that’s probably why my…… Continue reading What Fiction Taught Me: The Story of Stories and Stuff