Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 26, 2021
Beware: We are in the Nesting Season. The Season of Nostalgia. Embrace it or be consumed by your darkest depressions. And know that no amount of convincing yourself that Sweater Weather means anything other than the northern hemisphere is preparing to die for a few months.
La Fin du Monde Cafe & Denial
The whole dish has been marinated in crude oil from a leaking pipeline.
The Regret Soup of Temper Lost and Reason Found
You'll discover that losing your temper is just that—a loss.
Keeping The Faith
Blind adherence to tradition does not help one make new friends. Faith in the goodness of people may stem that tide.
I Believe... [Suppress Those Emotions, Men]
I believe... that, in light of a certain demographic of men unleashing their rage and butt-hurt, perhaps the advice for men to unpack their feelings rather than suppress them was not particularly well thought out. By all means, dudes, suppress those emotions and shut the fuck up.
Red Brick Door - A Fiction
A yellow jail issue scrub shirt, her hands, the deft fingers lithe with clean short nails, were cuffed in front- my mind recalled a christ-like figure.
A Society of Wannabe Vigilantes
Vigilantism is often about the attempt to establish power.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 19, 2021
Perhaps our obsession with missing and dead white girls is because they often go missing and are killed by white men and we just love looking at ourselves even at our worst. We’re self-obsessed. We are American Psychos.
Have I Lost My Mind or Has Age Finally Taken Over?
It's an inevitability. Get two or more men of a certain age—say between 45 and 60 years old—and they will find their conversational way into complaints about getting older.
From the obvious How Is It That I Can No longer Eat as Many Carbs to the I Hurt My Back Sitting in a Fucking Chair Yesterday it is the point in life when the slow decay of the body comes as a bit of a surprise.
I CAN’T HEAR YOU WE’RE BREAKING UP!
I was leaving a decent relationship with really bad internet for a bad relationship with really decent internet.
When Activism and Progressive Ideas Become Little More Than Fashion
Activism is getting fashionable rather than effective.
The Old Lady's Warning
She’s knocking.
I Believe... [Wear That Dress, Girl!]
...that few things scream effective activism than attending an event costing $30,000 a ticket wearing a dress that cost $45,000 with an anti-capitalist message stitched into it. Like going to a Raiders game with a hat that says “Concussions and Wife Beating are Bad” or a fundraiser for the Catholic Church in an alter boy costume.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 12, 2021
I like to think that when our society crumbles and future humans or alien scavengers dig our civilization out of the dirt, they’ll look at the Met Gala and laugh at our absurd level of indulgence the way we look and laugh at ancient Rome.
One Act by a Dead Man
Amy: I’m sorry if I sent mixed signals, but I’m not attracted to you. You’re wasting your time and your feelings.
Peter: Feeling things isn’t a waste. Why must you continually divert all power to shields?
Amy: I’ve been hurt, so I protect myself. Isn’t that my right? The psychic in New York told me that I’ve probably been abused in several past lives, not just in this one…
Peter: I thought the psychic in Bucharest told you that?
I Believe... [Solid Marital Numbers]
...that when seven years of marriage feels like seven weeks of of unrelenting awesomeness, the third time was definitely charmed.
Innocence Ends in Avondale - A Chicago Story
That’s it. That word, it pulls up like a tub stopper in her, letting all the old dirty waters drain out. It upsets her deep in her gut where she buries her heart. The Elston house feels disgusting, suddenly, as if she’s been swallowed by a beast. Doomed to dwell in a place where “utopia” is the exact furthest thing from reality.
I Like to Watch | Worth (Netflix)
I'll confess. I've never shed a single tear over the attacks on September 11, 2001.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | 5 Years Married Edition
Take nothing personal. Your spouse loves you more than most other people in the world. Be comfortable with that. They also hate you more than most people in the world. Be comfortable with that, too.
We Killed Jason Todd
In 1988 my friends and I killed a kid.
He was just a boy really. We had help it wasn’t just me and my pals. there were adults involved, lots of them. I mean we were young we were just thirteen and really couldn’t comprehend the ramification of our actions, the adults knew what they were doing. I’m painting it to sound way more sinister than it was, and in today’s society, wouldn’t trend on Twitter but maybe in the ’80s, it was probably considered quite ominous.
Andy was good at his job. And for a nine-month-old baby, he was really good at it.