I live in a loft space. I’m not exactly sure what this term means. I think it means housing that’s not suitable to be housing, but people live there anyways.
Doing things that are fun, for work—Is it a good idea? Taking silly things seriously—Should it be done? Why is something fun in the first place?
Remember that song, “Mama Told Me There’d Be Days Like This?” Why is it so hard to remember that she was right?
On Monday, I received a certificate. I had completed 36 hours of training in the realm of clown. It was my last clowning class and the day of our show.
Our teacher said, let’s fulfill everyone’s expectation about what a clown show will be, and we did. When people walked…
Ladies and Gentleman, the clown show is over. Please go home. We had our final performance…
Yo dudes I got sick again. Not sure if you’re aware, but being sick sucks.
I identify as a well person because I’m usually healthy and have no terminal illnesses.
Do you ever find yourself in a situation and you’re just like — this sucks. Why am I doing this? And then you remember that you chose it because you’re an adult and you can do whatever you want and you get to deal with the consequences.
Sometimes I think about the desert. I know, I know, there are lots of those.
But sometimes I think about going to one and just staying there for a decade or so, like monks used to do in Egypt.
Life is full of great things. Unfortunately, you don’t know what they are until they’re ripped out of your hands. It’s hard to appreciate what you have.
I’m reading Getting Things Done, a book about getting things done. It was pretty good until it started talking with great passion about filing cabinets. Now I’m not so sure. Where will I put a filing cabinet? On the ceiling? Come on, David.
I use a organization system called Trello. I like to pronounce it: Trell-OOOOOO. Like Hell-OOOOO.
Trello holds everything. That and Evernote and my calendar and a Pages document called “Random Chatterings,” which I’m so glad…
I’m on the slow-carb diet so that means no dairy, unless it’s my cheat day. On cheat day, I eat a pint of Ben and Jerry’s (fave flave = Phish food. Accept no alternatives).
Never put a basket of shell-on peanuts in front of me. Why? First of all, do you want any? Because now they’re mine.
Second, it is no longer a basket of peanuts. It is a competition. Between myself and the basket. Who can…
There are other people that live inside my brain. Don’t worry. I’m not losing touch with reality. If anything, I’m getting more attuned to it.
Like there’s someone—a part of me— that wants to get on stage and make fun of everyone. They want to…
Every day, I find two things to give or throw away. I’ve been doing this for a little over a month and it’s exhilarating.
I’m going through all my clothes, my shoes, my whatever, and asking myself— does this give me joy? When was the last time I…
