A tape recorder. Cellophane wrapped. Copper flavored candy. Records played live. Carbon paper. Keyless typewriters. The hookah. The tang of citrus. Endless scrolls of handwritten sprawl. Unused journals. 90s fashion statements. Lip sync videos. Strange fruit. Strange fruit. Strange adolescent fruit hanging from Childhood branches. A cellphone rings. A parent cries out. Advertisements
Tagged: Jimmy Eat World, The Middle, Writing
I carry an empty Leuchtturm 1917 Bullet Journal in my messenger bag. It’s blank. I purchased some months ago when my path was headed in one direction. In August, it took a sharp turn as my priorities were made clear.* I didn’t want to be like them. The sort of people who are married to their jobs. So I carry this blank journal with every intention to use it. I just don’t know how to use it. Not sure if that makes any sense. It does to me. Ryder Carroll, the man behind the bullet journal format, has penned a book, The Bullet Journal Method, which is slated for release later this month. I’m thinking about ordering a copy (or buying one the moment…
Never took the time to appreciate my surroundings. Never really put much thought in what it took to get to this place. Six years ago, I couldn’t even fathom getting to this place. It’s not always simple; there are days when it feels like giving up is just easier. These days, though, that’s not even an option I consider. And if I think too much about those moments (because that’s all they are these days), I risk falling into the rut. Let’s ignore that. For now anyway. Depression has been a lifelong companion. For years, however, I let it take the wheel. It ruled my every thought. After the split, I just gave into it. Allowed it to make my decisions and let me…
“Laughing” by The Guess Who keeps playing in my head. Before the Joker reveal last week, I only ever heard the song once or twice. Now it’s a goddamn earworm because it works so well with the Joker story. Especially if this origin flick is loosely tied to the Alan Moore graphic novel, The Killing Joke. Here, listen to it: Shaun spent the night at Jeanna’s last night. This marked the first night in almost two months that he wasn’t with me. These last two months have been strange, foreign, surreal. I’ll get around to talking about it at some point. I knew there’d come a time when Shaun wouldn’t be living with me full time. Thought I’d be more prepared for this, but…
Tagged: A.A. Medina, Alan Moore, Audible, Jeanna, Laughing, Shaun, Siphon, Ted Brooks, The Guess Who, The Joker, The Killing Joke, Virginia
I don’t know when I’ll be ready to discuss the events of the last few months on this blog, but it will happen. It’s just the matter of getting the words down right. There’s also the matter of just reflection, you know? There are moments in everyone’s lives that shape them. The cliché is as true as they come. What matters now is how we handle the world we’re dropped in. How we suss out the mess and move forward. More than a month has gone by, but the wound still feels tender. And to learn that a college buddy of mine has also passed? Shit, it puts so much into perspective. Gives that existential crisis the kick in the pants to work overtime.…
Tagged: Journal
Found my college year journal. Post college mostly, since only the first year delved into my college antics. Memory is a funny thing. There’s a section in 2007 where I’m documenting the demise of the relationship. I also mentioned the things that led to it. The break up happened in 2008; on 22 December 2007 I wrote my first entry about the plastic bag. An entry from 5 December 2007 simply states, “Jyg’s in the mood of no longer dealing with me.” I remember so much shit for those days; however, reading my account on the matter, I realized I left so much out of the story. I left out Tanya. Shit, I’d forgotten about Tanya.
Tagged: Everything At Once, Journal, Jyg, Lenka, Relationships
