Tag: flailings

the defense rests

A fun thing I do all day long is defend whatever I’m doing to the detractors in my head. I thought maybe if I blogged about the things my imaginary detractors are most vocal about of late that I would stop having to...

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here comes the new, again

There was a point, five days before Christmas, where I was lying on a mat on my living room floor. I was trying to do pilates, but tears kept rolling into my ears, and nothing the relentlessly cheerful video instructor was...

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rough

It’s been a rough week, man. Rough like tree bark. Rough like that time you were running and you saw a tree and you were like I need to climb that tree RIGHT THIS SECOND so you beelined over there and commenced scrambling...

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shamelessness

You know what sucks? Waking up in the middle of the night from a dream in which Santa Claus is making you cry. MOVING ON, THEN. As usual I’m a mite gut-wrenched about this post because it is just so casual and personal,...

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