Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 16, 2024
Whenever I see a clip of President Joe Biden, I can’t help but think that he’s really just the most active hospice patient ever.
A Desperate Display of Nothingness
Your near-dead heart is running at a million miles an hour
Desperately trying to keep your head from collapsing in on itself.
Trying to prove you are valuable, interesting, worth the hassle.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Father’s Day 2024 Edition
Despite the stereotype, dads aren’t bumbling idiots. We’re just a bit more unwound compared to moms. That’s not sexist, that’s science. Relax, you’re proving my point.
The Emotional Placation of Kindergarten Graduation
Kindergarten graduations are not events I am comfortable celebrating. I don’t feel they should be considered events at all. There’s just not much worth celebrating because graduating from kindergarten is not an accomplishment. Show up, learn things through fun activities like coloring and games and songs, don’t pee or hit or bite the other kids too much and you’re golden.
Notes from the Post-It Wall | Week of May 26, 2024
Truth is a shared experience with vastly different outcomes.
On Turning 45 | In Search of Balance
Change can be tough, but change is proof of life. For some of these changes, it felt that I was not at the wheel driving them, but locked in the trunk of my own car as it barreled down life’s highway. Still, change happened because life happened. And that’s good.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 19, 2024
Love is treating someone the way they want to be treated even when they don’t deserve it.
Building an Apartment
The apartment is coming together.
A hodgepodge of childish scribbles and posters.
Hand-me-down furniture with a teenager’s baby bite marks sunk in— A permanent reminder of aging youth.
When an Ex Reaches Out (REDUX)
I was contacted by an ex the other day via email. Not an ex-girlfriend. Those remain, thankfully, quiet, likely steeped in their own lives thinking of me only by accident when their children or partner annoy them.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 12, 2024
Going through two consecutive green lights without having to even take your foot off the gas during morning rush hour (and while slightly speeding) is evidence that the gods sometimes love you.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 5, 2024
At this point, liberals and Jews who still blindly stand behind Benjamin Netanyahu are as baffling to me as MAGA acolytes.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 28, 2024
If you ever want to see the Circle of Life play out in real time, head over to the DMV. You’ve got 16-year-old kids getting their first driver’s licenses. So excited, so nervous. With their parents, so proud and terrified. And then you have old folks likely getting their last driver’s licenses. Not excited, not nervous. And without anyone with them because all their friends and family are dead.
The Pristine City Clerk Worker [Revisited]
No one likes having to go to the Office of the Chicago City Clerk. Not even those who get paid for being there. The desk workers on the first floor in the City Clerk’s office are of the same ilk as DMV workers.
[Reminder] My Ascent to Greatness Will Not Be Compromised by the Likes of You
When I was twenty, I went to work for a captain of industry. A titan really.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 21, 2024
The universe will always operate with balance. America will always tip the scales.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 14, 2024
They finally found me. I received a Jury Summons. Was told to bring something to read. Finally, a place where I can confidently read Mein Kampf in public.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 7, 2024
I remember being so happy when the Oklahoma City bombing happened. Finally, something on the news that wasn’t OJ. I’ve been chasing that high ever since.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 31, 2024
My business plan is going to be some of the greatest sci-fi/fantasy shit you’ll ever read.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 24, 2024
My life is a perfectly clean slate floating through a river of late night McDonald’s diarrhea.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 17, 2024
The thing about sucking the life out of someone is that it is often the result of your life being sucked from you. Just an ouroboros of suck. And that’s the saddest version of a fair and balanced relationship.
I had a boy dog who peed like a girl dog. I now have a girl dog who pees like a boy dog. Gender is fluid. Just like pee.