Ies                 4/18/21

Rachel Tucker SLAYS again. Defying Gravity 1/21/16. Hold on to your wigs ladies and gentlemen.

Book of the week: American Gods by Neil Gaiman

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meatless monday  4/2/21

beans on bread with cheese 3 hunched around a bowl of greens my mom’s meatless dreams

Eyes of the forest. Aspen trees

my nevermind

4/9/22

your stones        4/4/21

doubt, a fear, a frown

i am learning what binds me

still, what are your stones

Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

A haiku for Boston

4/6/22

I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.