Archive for the ‘my life’ Category

Fuck. That. Shit.

(H/T Greta) Japandroids – Young Hearts Spark Fire // We finished our old lives Like we finished off the wine Now we’re used to staying up all night Two hearts beating You can keep tomorrow After tonight, we’re not gonna need it Beat up Beat down Wet ground, but too drunk to feel it We [...]

I’ve wasted

so much time –  I realize this now.  But it took reading a recent article in The Chronicle for it to really dawn on me.  In it, the author discusses the shortcomings of a humanities education, namely that it trains students to criticize exceptionally well but not much else. “In a humanities culture in which [...]

And for the new year:

More experimentation. More creativity. More simplicity. More confidence. Less stupidity. Seems easy enough, but in the words of a friend, “Accountability has big fists.” Oh, and maybe this year I can finally stop biting my finger nails.  Probably not.

An exercise in reflexivity (and the most boring vlog ever)

Got a package in the mail the other day with the very serious mandate “DO NOT open until Christmas” scrawled across the front. So, like the good boy I am (not), I resisted the urge to violate the seams of the shiny red wrapping. But today… violate I did… and to my delight out popped [...]

This ain’t really your life

ain’t really your life, ain’t really ain’t nothing but a movie. Repeat. Ad infinitum. Was reminded today, after reading a superb review of Thomas de Zengotita’s book Mediated, of how much my life resembles a B movie.  A really, really unoriginal B movie.  Thoroughly mediated.  Thoroughly cliche. Can you think of any moment in your [...]

Trying

in earnest to finish up my final statement of purpose. And. I’m. Distracted. (Again.) Minus my distractable mood, I suppose I miss this. Alone, late night, good music, blinking cursor. It’s been a while. But it’s good to be back here again. Blankness. Freedom. Reflection. Bouquet is broken. It’s found on person. A threat is [...]

I have

great friends that I don’t deserve. I say this because despite how aggressively I might want to seek and create authentic connections in my life, I’m terrible at actually doing it. That ultimately means I’m terrible at cultivating friendships and giving them the attention they need to survive. It’s most likely a combination of my [...]