I do not want to write tonight, but it’s the penultimate post of the 200 project, so here I am. Today I’ve been unconsolably sad, pretty lonely, and struggling with being a chump. A sucker….
Browsing Category Loneliness
The Cheese
I didn’t sleep very well last night. It was the first time in twenty-one years that I had gone to sleep in my house completely, totally, utterly alone. No cat. No dog. No roommate. No…
Having a Real Rob Gordon Moment Here
One of the things I forgot to mention during my self-indulgent wallowing session a few weeks ago is that I went out and bought Paul Westerberg’s “Suicaine Gratifaction” on vinyl. Nothing soothes an aching heart…
The Day After or How Wallowing is Done at Supergenius, Inc.
7:00 a.m. Wake from a dream, grab your phone in hopes of finding apologetic texts or emails, finding none, roll over and watch the sun rise over the neighbor’s trees. Try not to feel. Try…
Letter to the Young Chef
Dear Michael, I know now that is not your name. I figured it out pretty quickly after you Bergered me with that text just hours before we were supposed to see each other. At that…
Geek Love, Invisibility & Being an Other
I kicked my reading New Year off by turning to a longtime favorite, Geek Love by Katherine Dunn. This is a book I’m pretty sure I discovered in the dusty upstairs of The Book Peddler,…
Paul Simon as Surrogate Imaginary Father
I know very little about Paul Simon’s life. Jewish, New Yorker, married to Edie Brickell. That’s about it. So it’s fitting that last night while that boring SNL 40th Anniversary special was on TV and…
Connoisseurs
This is the more I had to say about Sexy Baby. Apparently Friday is the new tomorrow. P.Holt was a project manager when I was a copywriter at Jasc, a little software company in Eden…
The sweet-smelling ghost that haunts me
I took a shower this morningish (it was before noon, so still morning, right?), which is unusual. Since beginning the freelance lifestyle I’ve opted to move bathing to nightish and spend a lot of time…
Loneliness is a choice
My friend Steve thinks he’s funny. Little did he know when he let that bit of wit loose on the world that I was totally planning on using writing group for therapy this evening. And…