On May 14, 2020, I wrote an article about squirrels in my house.
I was wrong. I apologize to squirrels for accusing them of invading my home, not paying rent, and being a general nuisance. Keep eating your nuts. You’re the best.Read More
A sensitivity warning and a disclaimer that I am not an expert, the things I say may be in contrast to what an expert says on the subject, and these are things I could change my mind on in the future. This is a diary to the world on my feelings right now. Also: I’m fine. The world is on fire, same fire that’s been burning forever, but I look forward to every tomorrow. This isn’t about me.
Earlier this week, Kate Spade passed away after committing suicide. I did not know who Kate Spade was, and many people looked at me funny when I said I did not know who she was.
Today, it has come out that Anthony Bourdain also committed suicide. Bourdain is a favourite of mine and means to me the same way the people who looked at me funny when I said I didn’t know who Spade was. This isn’t a competition. It’s more a reflection of the different ways celebrity and icon can mean to different people.Read More
I feel like I need to make a note about racism and responsibility that’s too long for a Facebook status update or a bunch of tweets. And if I make a sweeping statement (I will make a few), do not return how this doesn’t apply to you. If it doesn’t, you know it. You don’t have to announce it.Read More
“Ideas excite me, and as soon as I get excited, the adrenaline gets going and the next thing I know I’m borrowing energy from the idea themselves.”
– Ray Bradbury
For the first time in six months I’ve had a huge burst of energy. Unfortunately, it happened at midnight. And I have to write something like that for the first time in six months I had energy.Read More
So tonight I’m going to Detroit to buy tickets for the Powerball.
The longshot at winning the lottery is extravagant, but that doesn’t stop an active imagination from going crazy.Read More
Anne Thériault was discussing on Twitter today radical post-masculinity (RPM, not to be confused with the awesome Sugar Ray song that didn’t get enough play) and it was something where I wanted to say more but Twitter is a terrible platform for it. Of course, I have a blog I’ve been neglecting, so maybe I should talk about it there.Read More
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
The first time I went to The Loop in Windsor, Ontario, Canada was in 2006. It might have been March 21st, 2006.Read More
I rarely have nightmares.
Since last week, I haven’t slept without having one.Read More