Sometimes You Just Need To Write A Post With No Point (That Turns Into A Reflection On Dreams And Depression)

If you couldn’t tell, I’ve been trying to blog more. It’s been both easier and harder than I thought. Easier, because I love blogging and writing and it is easy to do things that your spirit requires to feel most like itself. Harder, because I’m so out of practice, and sometimes I don’t know what to say or how to say it. Sometimes I don’t believe that I have anything to offer; sometimes I spend time crafting posts, but dither over publishing them. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve hit the zenith of any talent or ability I had, and it’s

Grown-Up Things I Should Care About But Really Don’t

It’s interesting to notice when you’ve stopped caring about something, especially those things you feel you “should” like for the sake of being a “legit” human being, sophisticated city-dweller, cool kid on the gentrified city block, whatever. You know what I mean: grown-ups read the world politics section everyday. Grown-ups speak at least two foreign languages and can converse upon any subject at a dinner party. When I was four, this is what I thought being a grown-up was. Lately, I’ve stopped caring about these following things that I thought successful dinner party adults should pay attention to — or

On Friendship, Mercury Retrograde and the Distant Shore

Ah, Mercury retrograde: when travel goes awry, computers crash, things get lost in the mail and forging ahead feels like wading in muck. Everytime I see Mercury retrograde on the horizon, I want to hide out at home with my new donut maker and some Nick Cave records and wait for the astro-storm to be over. But there’s one nice thing about Mercury retrograde I’ve noticed: people come out of the woodwork. Friends I haven’t heard from in ages, buddies I used to carouse with, clients from past projects in past lives, colleagues just touching base to say hello and

A Pair of Pink Leopard Print Sunglasses and a Bit of Bad Taste

I recently bought a scarf and some sunglasses: a rare spur-of-the-moment purchase after my epic Zen wardrobe cleanout ages ago. I was just charmed, I guess, maybe craving a bit of spring in the heart of winter. The lavender floral scarf incorporated itself well into my existing wardrobe — I’ve worn it nearly everyday since I got it — and the dark sunglasses nicely replaced a pair of Ray-Bans I smashed last summer on an impromptu weekend road trip. But I felt oddly tortured about the pink leopard print sunglasses! Don’t get me wrong, I love them — but there’s