I rarely write blogs like open letters because I find it unnatural, but in this case, there seemed no other way.
I rarely write blogs like open letters because I find it unnatural, but in this case, there seemed no other way.
I spent most Monday doing a whole bunch of things. Writing was not one of them. I had nothing. I was empty.
You may have noticed I didn’t publish much last week. It’s not that I haven’t been writing—I’ve been writing a lot—it’s that I needed a moment to reflect on the art of blogging every day a little deeper.
I ramble about a band that starts with the letter G and why my answer is damn near infallible.
I am writing this to let any of my free readers know that they are not in fact crazy. I am password protecting posts. However, I want to illuminate the why.
About three years ago, I did something really, really, really stupid. I started a Patreon and made promises.
I hate being tired. It sucks. When there’s so many things to do, so many things to write about, exhaustion cuts through every consideration like a hot, but sleepy, knife.
Honest question, is it weird to think that a documentary deserves a sequel?
This post is dedicated to my brother, Doji.
Did I write this because I’ve been listening to a lot of Annie Lennox? You’ll have to guess. I won’t tell.