Lords of Chaos and Varg Vikernes (January 16, 2019)
Sometimes we find spooky parallels between ourselves and people we have absolutely no reason to admire.
I am reading Wuthering Heights (and works adjacent) (December 18, 2018)
Not even halfway into Emily Brontë's classic novel of horrible people skulking about the moors, and I feel overwhelmed by all the related treasures I've discovered.
This feeling is not sadness, this feeling is not joy (September 22, 2017)
Further thoughts on some media that process suicidal ideation.
I messed up tonight (March 26, 2016)
Aside: The official music video for “Try Everything” infuriates my inner eight-year-old, who lurches in frustration each time it cuts away from the wonderful cartoon scenes to show boring old live-action people.
We embrace to stop the bleeding (February 28, 2015)
Like others beyond number, I learned midday yesterday that Leonard Nimoy had died. I had a little more work to do that day but I did it slowly and poorly; I felt wrecked emotionally. Though cognizant of the unhealthy relationship with celebrity where fans can’t help but assume familiarity with famous people due to their spending so much time with their broadcast images, I unavoidably felt as if I had lost a distant but still beloved uncle.