Author Archives: michael
Day 38
We have crossed the “too depressed to finish my drink” threshhold of the 2020 Lockdown
A confession
SInce this is a quiet, safe space, I can now confess that the outbreak of COVID-19 can be traced to the exact moment I told my therapist that I think I’m mostly OK as long as I have a fairly steady stream of things to look forward to. I’m really sorry
My 43rd Favorite Album of All Time
“Good News for People Who Love Bad News” by Modest Mouse (2004) Best Song: “Bukowski” Best Lyric (from “Black Cadillacs”): And it’s true we named our children After towns that we’ve never been to
My 44th Favorite Album of All Time
“Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness” by the Smashing Pumpkins (1996) Best Song: “Tonight Tonight” Best Lyric: “And you know you’re never sureBut you’re sure you could be rightIf you held yourself up to the light”
My 45th Favorite Album Ever
“Yankee Hotel Foxtrot” by Wilco (2002) Best Song: “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart” Best Lyric (from “Reservations”): “Oh I’ve got reservationsAbout so many thingsBut not about you”
My 46th Favorite Album Ever
“Oh My God, Charlie Darwin” by the Low Anthem (2008) Best Song: “Champion Angel” Best Lyric: (from “Cage the Songbird”) “As your chances go slipping to the past You’re tortured by the changing of the seasonsAnd each grain of sand in the glass”
New Orleans March 2015
All the great stuff today and what sticks with me forever is gonna be an entire pizza place crowd on Bourbon St exploding into dance moves when “Turn Down For What” came on
Two Days After Someone Blew Up the Marathon
I’m nearly as guilty of this as anyone, I suppose. But amidst all the panic and sadness and worry on Monday, I couldn’t help but notice that people were actually speaking for themselves on the Internet. Now, of course, it’s back to sharing something George Takei said or Stephen Colbert or whoever this Patton Oswalt … Continue reading
I Keep My Visions To Myself (#492)
When I was in high school, every year the senior class had to trudge out to the football bleachers and pose for a class picture. You were allowed, encouraged even, to bring signs (yes, mine was an index card that said “If you can read this you’re standing too close”, ho ho ho). For years, … Continue reading