Hi Darling Ones, Work was super stressful earlier this week and my brain still hasn’t recovered from spending 48 hours drenched in deadline-induced anxiety. I would explain the ordeal but it’s boring. Instead I present you with six tiny delights. On Saturday I invented a new project for myself called #BarsOfSummer. Since I am an old Midwestern lady this involves making a new kind of bar each week until I get bored with the project. It does not involve going…
13 Years
Dear Employer, When you hear the news please save the saintly words for saintly souls. I’ll be long gone, long gone and rotting, long gone and ulcerous. A thing untold. The first time I got laid off was in March, 2008. We had a farewell party at the office, since Corel was closing up shop and it was mostly empty. I was in charge of the music and I included a live version of Jeff Tweedy’s cover of The Minus…
On Sabbaticals, Perspective & Shouting Into the Void
Dear Darling Ones, On Monday, Jason Kottke announced he was taking a sabbatical from his 24-year-old blog. This threw me for a loop. Kottke was one of the first blogs I ever read in my entire life. I’ve been reading him for as long as I’ve known blogs were a thing. I have long admired his work. What Kottke and I do are very different things. He writes about “art, technology, science, visual culture, design, music, cities, food, architecture, sports,…
This Was an Excellent Rectangle
Hi Darling Ones, From March 9th, 2005 until, well, probably the day I die I will never travel far without a little Big Star. Why is that? Because I got my very first iPod on that day in 2005 (I use the wrong its in that post and I’m not gonna fix it 17 years later, but I kind of want to). I documented the first days of owning an iPod with annoying frequency. I loved my iPod(s), and because…
When Two Things Have a Relationship Outside of Your Own Heart
Hey Darling Ones, When it comes to coincidences I hate them in fiction. The only thing I hate more in fiction is a coy narrator. When I’m reading a book nothing makes me fart-noise while simultaneously giving the thumbs down like a stupid coincidence. They’re often lazy, obvious, and always annoying. As much as I hate them in fiction, I love them in actual life, especially as they pertain to my life. For instance, last week I learned that Lucinda…
Portrait of the Artist at 49 Years & 11 Months
Hi Darling Ones, When I opened my eyes this morning I had three thoughts almost simultaneously. First, “She Moves in Her Own Way” by The Kooks was stuck in my head. Second, Wendell, the vengeance demon was in need of attention. Third, I would be fifty years old in one month. There’s nothing like one of those round number birthdays to make you rethink every decision you ever made in your life that brought you to now. Do I have…