pause

So here we are.

It’s been almost a week since R.E.M. announced their breakup. While I am not necessarily sad about this (I am a fan, but I am also resigned to the fact that all things must end), it does give me pause. Not just because I was lucky enough to work with them back in 1998, in the “Furry Happy Monsters” insert for Sesame Street, but mostly because it reminds me how much time has passed. It can’t be 31 years since “Radio Free Europe,” and yet it absolutely is. Things change after 31 years. The guys who practically invented college alt-rock are now being played on adult contemporary channels, along with other former bad-asses like Sting and Bowie. How can this not give one pause? 

The bigger disappointment, however, comes courtesy of that bastard otherwise known as the Internet. Smart-assery has rained down on the band since the announcement, but then, there is never a dry spell online. (Careful not to step in that puddle of sarcastic hashtags.)

pledge

So here we are. 

Well, kids, it’s official. I am not a genius. The MacArthur grants have been announced, and once again, I find myself empty-handed. It’s a little disappointing.

Now, I’m no fool. I know I’m not a genius, by sheer definition or even just by conventional standards. And I also know that sometimes I can fall deep into a freelancer’s rut where days go by without my having contributed anything worthwhile to society, laundry, or my bathroom tiles. And I am painfully aware that no one gets thousands of dollars in grant money because they know what’s inside that Godiva chocolate without looking at the little guide. 

So maybe this is a reminder that I should try a little harder to be a better part of the world. And it is today that I make the following pledges:

shallow

So here we are. 

I don’t know who to blame. I don’t know whether it was the stupid issue of the glossy ladies’ mag that I only got because my airline miles were going to expire... or whether it was re-watching too many episodes of Mad Men... or whether it was the fact that I was feeling decrepit and fat and needed a distraction from this as I prepped and dolled for a Monday night concert performance.

All I know is, I couldn’t have possibly chosen to paint my fingernails under my own influence. I like to think that I’m too practical to allow myself to do something that would prevent me from doing anything else... because my life has revolved around my damned nails since Sunday night.

season two

So here we are.

The second season of any series is fraught with peril. That’s why they call it the “sophomore slump.” (This has nothing to do with the “freshman 15,” but then again, many people who work in TV do tend to gain weight during first season production because of all the catering and craft service...) And since we’re in our second season here, the royal “we” (meaning me) are worried about such a slump.

Of course, I’m aware that this blog is not a television show; however, it is a place of storytelling and humor for the purposes of entertainment, and it originally launched in the fall. That’s enough for me to make the analogy.

blog-iversary

So here we are.

It was exactly one year ago today that I started this blog. In that time, I’ve written exactly 70 “things.” I call them “things” because I don’t know what else to call them. Some are essays, some are thoughts, a couple are just lists, one is a musical. Sure, they’re “posts,” because they are posted. But what, exactly, have I posted? The answer: “things.”