Like dieting, the commitment to write daily vs I will write more is like the difference between I’m going vegetarian vs I am reducing how often I eat meat. Just the idea of wiggle room gives me an out. So, not writing every day – just happy that I am. GDC conference as a LARP: So we got all these different characters wandering around with their own motivations and objectives, …
I admit to getting overwhelmed at Wegmans Supermarket. So this conference, the people, the sensory overload is definitely a thing. Eustress is opposite distress…like you’re stressed out but it’s positive, like the myriad alums who I am glad to see have landed; who are now my peers and friends; like going to sessions and getting knowledge bombs thrown at me as friendly fire. So I am beginning my day at …
Actually, a savory scone picked up from Firebrand artisan breads at Alameda yesterday. In a hotel room noshing on said scone and hotel coffee. Feeling unashamedly fat after days of decadent eating and a day at Spirit Alley. Spirit not as in rah!-Rah!-who-s-the-shit!?: Spirit as in holy-this-is-good-gin spirit. I’m typing this travelogue on a tablet so future me might put in pictures and links to what I reference when I’m …
Cody is one of the few friends I sort of speak to and connect with regularly. To be honest, he actually is my only friend who I do that with. Before the pandemic, my inclination was to be insular. Feeding that hermit-like tendency with isolation – not a good look. So we see one another at an annual conference. (In Oakland right now hanging with him and the fam). He …
I would have thought at my age, my moods would be more even keeled. So very not. The sun is shining. Sky is blue. (Cue Bob Marley). And that is enough to give me the energy to write, and to clean house, and deal with work stuff. Conversely, those dark days really do put a damper on the soul. Not hyperbole. So this is typing (mostly) into the void, so …
Write. Right.
Stupid cold, as I wait for the car to warm up ice on the windshield cracks and drips. The sun is shining through prismatic drops. I stop for a moment, and the world really is quite beautiful after all.
There was a lovely NY Times article that favored the return of the word “languish”. It really is quite lovely as words go. It brings to mind that impotent feeling that would involve some flailing if you could just get the energy to do it. It’s not depression per se, it’s running on fumes. When asked, “How are you?” “Not okay” causes worry. “I’m languishing.” is relatable and if they …
What is the purpose of posting in social media? Is it the howling of a wolf hoping others will take up the cry? Is it an ask for someone to acknowledge you exist? Are you the tree in the wood that falls? I am a drop that makes an insignificant ripple. Perhaps less than that…which is why I write this here instead of as a fb post or even a …
Bingeing, because that’s how I do. While there is no small amount of manufactured and edited for tv drama, ultimately shows of Rupaul (in all its incarnations), Queer Eye, and A Queen is Born are about self-acceptance, otherness, and what beauty can mean. It’s a happy thing and makes me feel if they can love themselves, I should absolutely be able to.
