Three episodes of tragedy and comedy, in (debatably) equal parts….or maybe 60/40? 70/30? I dunno.

A thrumming sense of August urgency: whatever I want to say I did on my summer vacation needs to happen n-o-w.

Chronicling the experience (this time, the how and the why) of getting dragged into an online conspiracy theory.

Kicking things off with an ominous copyright warning screen and a Pee-Wee Herman anti-drug PSA.

It’s not eavesdropping if you're just sort of there (I think). Three short, unrelated, and overheard moments.

Just a few multiple choice questions about your baggage, both literal and figurative. No need to study, you got this.

On my mood board (and most definitely on my mind): Kravitz supremacy, Gap-Toothed Women, and Theft by Finding.

Several weeks and 3,600 YouTube comments later, this song is the reason I became a vending machine repairman.

Welcome to the surreal world. This is the before, during, and after of being targeted by online conspiracy theorists.

…a Smoothie Recipe. In which we shine a very bright light on our emotional support strategies (an apple a day, etc etc).

I have a lot of love for the people I’ve been along the way…but that doesn’t mean we need to hang out all the time.

Early spring is an endurance challenge, but 1979 aesthetics are a balm. Let’s distract ourselves with flower power.

Inside each of us there are two wolves. One of mine has priced out a blepharoplasty. What are yours up to?

An every-once-in-a-while collection of what’s on my mood board (and most definitely on my mind).

A no-new-clothes year, because my tender heart, like yours, weeps for this planet. Also I just want to go thrifting. 

I accidentally-but-also-on-purpose stopped drinking a year ago; it was a lifestyle shift to say the least.