I think I’m naturally wired to quickly get bored. The moment I learn a thing, do a thing, go somewhere, get settled in, I look up and around for the next nugget of interest, sifting through the chaos. My hobbies and lifestyle reflect this. When it comes to supporting myself, I’m definitely a factory-worker kind …
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Quadrennial Grotesque
The 30’s is when the dysmorphia sets in. First you’re thinking “damn, I look great”, and then you turn 40 and what you see in recent pictures doesn’t agree with your ancient self-image of fitness. Motion sickness hits in the mid section. You’ve become plagued with the grotesque and never noticed, though you always suspected. …
47
FWIW, nobody gives a damn about 47. Just an FYI. But that’s OK. Because a friend is celebrating her somethingth and I’m flying out to SFO for the occasion later this month. AFK. BBIAB.
Sometimes
28 years after release, 19 years since discovery, 16 years since “Lost in Translation”, My Bloody Valentine’s “Sometimes” still pounds in my heart as a lost dream of what can be and what could be, of thick nights, of dreams and wishes and warmth, of the fuzz and fur and the longing and the satisfaction. …
Receive-Only
So what do you do when your hobby no longer brings you joy? What then, when you stare at your materials on the desk and feel a pang of guilt about them still sitting there, undisturbed, gathering dust for weeks. What do you do to get out of the rut? How do you destroy expectations …