Friday night I found myself in the downstairs club-ish area at Temple Billiards. It reminded me of being in my early 20s — complete with a cab ride to Pioneer Square, spending time waiting in long lines to buy drinks and avoiding awkward conversations. But I wasn’t there so much for my entertainment.
It was a [...]
I learned two new things on Friday night:
First is that the age-old grieving mantra of “X [fill in dead person's name] wouldn’t want me to be so ridiculously, dysfunctionally sad” only starts to offer relief when you’re ready to start getting over it. Seems like Friday night was my time for this to begin.
Second, film [...]
In between staring at the wall and crying, I talk to H on the phone. At some point I ask, “Aren’t there, like, five steps of grief or something?” I start typing as soon as the words leave my mouth.
“Yeah, I think so. Anger, depression, denial, acceptance an–”
“Bargaining,” I cut him off. “The web says [...]
Death is weird. Well, death in and of itself isn’t weird. But like Chuck Klosterman recently reminded me in Sex, Drugs & Cocoa Puffs, nothing is “in and of itself.”
My friend died. About a week ago, I think. Not sure. I just found out. From the little info I got, his 32-year-old heart stopped. It [...]
I went to bed upset last night. I woke up this morning with Whisky on my chest, lightly gnawing on my amber ring from Alaska. It was his way of saying, “Get up! I wanna play. Now!” I sleepily obliged and got him running around the apartment. After he calmed down from the first burst [...]
I saw Jeremy Fisher play last night. Psuedo-folk pop is the closest description I can think of; he made a nifty stop-motion video, which is partially why I wanted to see him. That, and we featured him at work a while back, so I thought I’d see what was up. Oh, and I hadn’t been [...]
If you’ve been asking, “what the hell is up with you lately?” just take comfort in knowing you aren’t alone. I’ve been asking myself the same thing. Along with some other, related, questions.
I’m not writing outside of work again — but I don’t write that much at work any more, so that’s no longer an [...]
