Kinkster Pride—Elizabeth Borrows a Book from the Library
Young children do not care about and are not interested in the sex lives of adults.
I Believe…[Unsafe]
..that anyone not in a dark alley or the home of a known serial killer who claims the feel unsafe probably are best off becoming agoraphobic and staying inside.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 5, 2024
My favorite kind of art is Art of the Possible.
A Tumor in April
April and Ben met again years later. She was leaving an office building; he was boarding a train. They swooned and dated. But something was different.
I Believe…[Desperation]
...that the need to be liked (including the hormonally charged desire for ‘followers’) makes you the eighth grade boy at the middle school dance in line to impress the one girl who just got a training bra.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 28, 2024
What makes it so hard to believe our kids are as old as they are is not because we don’t understand how calendars work. It’s because we get reminders from Time Hop and Facebook Memories, so it literally is just yesterday we saw them as infants. Social media fucks us in every hole in every way.
For the Love of Cheese
As far as I am concerned, cheese is perhaps God’s greatest creation with respect to water and fermentation. I, frankly, love cheese. If stranded on a desert island, I’d choose an endless supply of Brie over the tools to make fire or access to pornography. It is both my joy and debilitating weakness.
Drunk & Jaundiced
He showed up drunk. The stumbling, the slurring, the hitting on the bartender in a perverted, nonsensical way aside He looked good. His hair had thinned. His belly had grown. But there was a New Wave Confidence appeal to him.
What Do You See?
I Believe…[The Means is the Point]
...that anyone who espouses the idea that "the end justifies the means" has forgotten that this same philosophy was used to support everything from slavery to the Holocaust to the IMF practicing "shock doctrine" economic devastation. The "means" defines the character of the end, not the other way around.
THE MANAGEMENT COUNCIL
Once the merger is announced, I’ll resign and ask them to do the same. They won’t suspect the truth.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 21, 2024
I just learned that Andrew Dice Clay is Jewish and not Italian. And now my life is different. I don’t know how yet, but I know the future ain’t what it used to be.
At the Intersection of Love & Hate
MAGAites are like ants. You see one or two and it’s not such a big deal. But when you see an army of them, it can feel a bit scary.
The Tectonic Rift Threatening to Subsume Us All
Now, the partisan divide, for those of you fortunate enough to be living in a prepper bunker or perhaps ensconced in a Wi-Fi dead zone, refers to the ever-widening chasm between the two major political parties in the United States.
I Believe… [Institutional Trust]
...that the absence of trust in basic societal authority is a tear in the fabric of society which makes it more essential that those in authority reach for a place of unimpeachability and transparency. Trust is lost by those with the power to abuse the contract.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 14, 2024
One really good way to get angry at all of your exes is to officiate a really beautiful wedding for two people in their forties.
The Smug City Snob with Nothing to Show but Three Tattoos
Through the winding hellish passage from city to the Western Suburbs
I realize I must not be depressed enough.
With time to kill, I pull into a Wheaton Chilis for a drink.And there it is. The Feeling.
That empty feeling of mediocrity and directionless arrival in a place that could be anywhere
Where the people could be anyone
Where everyone is no one.
Indispensable as Air
I Believe… [Boiled Egg]
...that, in terms of portability, nutrition, and flavor a boiled egg is perhaps the perfect breakfast item.
A Push from the Thin [A Reminder]
Dylan encouraged us (through his fog and haze of liquor) to 'Rage, rage against the dying of the light" and we interpret the light as our corporeal mortality.
If you ever want the Ellis Island experience circa 1907, swing into the Chicago City Clerk’s office in Portage Park. The number of different accents is loads of fun and reminds you of the shared American Experience, which is that city bureaucracy is no fun for any of us.