Dear Darling Ones, Whenever I’m gonna write about being tall I love to pull out my elementary school class pictures from the 70s & 80s. They wonderfully illustrate how I’ve been an odd, physical other from the get go. I start out in first grade just being regular tall and then as the years progress I keep going & going. Fourth grade (the second from the bottom) looks the worst but only because in fifth grade (the bottom) I was…
Hi Darling Ones, Whenever I take a little break from blogging it’s hard to get back on the horse. It doesn’t help that the thin vein of nihilism that runs through my soul is growing ever wider. It widened a bunch during the first eighteen months of COVID and as the Delta Boogaloo continues that vein grows. The fucking abortion nonsense in Texas added another bunch of centimeters. So I’m over here shouting to the clouds, “none of this matters….
Dear Darling Ones, Have you missed me? I’ve missed you a little, but spending this much time with Sister #2 has been super fun. I cannot tell you how many times one of us has laughed so hard we either cried or could not breathe. It’s a lot of times. One thing I have learned in the week my sister has been here is that my house exhausts her as much as her presence in my house exhausts me. I’ve…
What is going on, Darling Ones? Happy 30th Anniversary of Pearl Jam’s Ten to all of you who celebrate. This is a momentous occasion for many reasons. Top of that list of reasons is how goddamn pleasurable it has been to see my GenX brethren celebrating. It’s delighted me endlessly reading all the memories people have of this record in particular and Pearl Jam in general. There was a time in the nineties when you were either a Nirvana person…
Hey Darling Ones, As foretold in the ancient scrolls of yesterday, Sister #2 is here from Portland with Walter Hobbes. Fun Fact: Did you know I gave Walter his name? I’ve picked a lot of names for most of my family’s pets: Mabel, Sully, Franklin, and Wendell (before he was even mine). I’m very good at naming things. Right now, it’s only me and my sister. Not right, right now because she is at happy hour with her friends and…
Hi Darling Ones, I came to the music of The Rolling Stones very late. Up until I was about thirty I filed The Rolling Stones into the same bin of shit I didn’t care about right next to Pink Floyd, The Doors, and Led Zeppelin. They were all some weird miasma of dude-focused classic rock and I did not have time for that ish. The only experience I can remember having with The Stones’ music before my thirties was in…