how do i say this without sounding insufferable?
i kind of hate Nantucket.
i have been in an unbelievable funk since i got here. i have tried to logic my brain out of this depression, which works most of the time these days, thanks to a well-worn and hard-won mental pathway that i can force myself down […]
in early March, i went on my first date in two years.
i would have been more of a wreck about it if i wasn’t so busy with school. at that point, i was three weeks away from beginning the install for my MFA show, and i had so much shit on my plate that there […]
from the ferry, the water looks like dark, opaque corrugated glass. the night before was hazy, foggy and humid, and as i drove onto the Cape early this morning, it started to clear. from the window that i sit at now, on my way to the island of Nantucket, i can see no land or […]
i’ve been blogging in one form or another since 1999. my motivations for doing it have changed over those 10 years, from catharsis to ego-tripping to therapy to writing exercise. i realized recently that all the writing i’ve done here, so much of it terrible and chronicling terrible things, is the best gift i have […]
and now it’s Christmas eve, and here i am, trying to come down from the semester. the last two or three weeks have been particularly hard on me physically, and as it usually is with me, the mental fallout is a little time delayed. so it’s happening now. the anxiety has been leaking out of […]
school’s been swinging now for about three weeks. i have remained remarkably level-headed, almost detached, which is strange for a person who absolutely must be in the middle of everything and everyone at all times. i have been in new bedford for exactly two years now, and i think i’m already gone. i have the […]
cooked a lot today, had a potluck to go to, chopped and cut and whaled on my cutting board all morning long, converting celery and leeks and onions and garlic and ginger and carrots and zucchini into bales of soup with now sit in my refrigerator, housed in blue topped Gladware.
one thing i did a […]
i was lucky enough to procure the use of a bike during the two and a half weeks i was in Davis. Davis is an unusually bike-friendly city, not only with bike lanes on every street, but also with dedicated bike paths that wind through many lovely areas, both on campus and off. i had […]
my lungs still hurt from the third-hand smoke. one of my colleagues has a minivan that i borrowed today to move into my new warehouse space. he is also a heavy smoker, which means his car reeks, and he is also 23, which means his car is full of all sorts of strange boy paraphenalia […]
i have had a hard time writing here since i started Tweeting regularly (for those of you who are interested: my twitter feed is here). all my writing has become condensed into 140 characters or less, and i find this vexing. i come from an old, old school of online writing, where once upon a […]