Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 28, 2025
My hope for 2026 is that our cultural exhaustion will catch up to us and we’ll all disengage from the nonsense, and take a good, long nap. We’ll wake up refreshed and prepared to behave more humane to each other. And maybe, finally, vote responsibly. Or not vote at all, which may be for the best.
Notes From the Post-it Wall | Week of December 29, 2024
Jimmy Carter’s greatest failing is that he was too good a man to be President of the United States.
The Wonder of the New Year
I wonder how love will bloom this New Year’s Eve. I wonder what kind of chaos will ensnarl itself in this year’s revelries. The hours leading up to the countdown and those first few fleshy pink hours of 2023 are critical. Critical in our human minds, anyway—Time and Space cannot care. And I wonder which way those hours will go and for whom and what it will eventually mean.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 26, 2021
We all want to be new versions of ourselves with each New Year. But change is hard and it’s much easier to love the one you’re with. To tolerate the one you are.
I was Trying to Write Something About the New Year but I Wrote Whatever This is Instead
I think about writing, “I think about writing nothing ever again, because what’s the point in it,” but that isn’t true; I never actually thought that, it’s just a thing that enters my head as something I could write. It’s the sort of thing someone might think, probably. Not this someone, though — no, probably, I’m too convinced of my own worthiness as a writer to ever consider simply not writing. What would be the point in that?
The Minutes of Our Last Meeting - 2017 Exit Interview
"...I didn’t wake up one morning and go, 'Tom Petty. I’m going to kill that guy.' That’s a whole other department that I have nothing to do with."
...that, as we age, good footwear is more important than a girlfriend.