I’ve had a sudden urge to read. I hadn’t realized it until a few minutes ago just how many books I have in my possession that I’d actually like to read. Who knows if I’ll stomach any of them. Maybe one, maybe all. The point is, I’ve never been so excited to read something in my recent life. I see this as good.

i’m sick of this blog

gray sky, green water, beautiful day

I’ve seldom had such a wonderful experience in solitude today. I spent the afternoon in South Haven about a mile north of the state park—no one was out there! It was cloudy but still beautiful. Out across the water you could see rain spill out onto the lake—as soon as the clouds arrived, however, all was dried up. I was half hoping for the rain. I went dune exploring, but grew too tired to continue after awhile. The hot sand and beach grass was brutal on my bare feet; the views were amazing regardless. I attempted to take some artsy photographs of my footprints and such, but I don’t know how well those will turn out. Probably not at all. (Speaking of pictures, I need to develop all my old rolls. I can’t wait.) Eventually, I made my way into the water and splashed around until boredom set in. Swimming alone is slightly strange—I felt as if I was missing something—maybe a friend, maybe a toy. After that, I read on a log. There were lady bugs everywhere, both dead and living.

I have to stop. I could go on forever. I, I, I. Enough about me.

excuse my recent quotes

“Though perhaps my best moments I never jot down; when they come I cannot afford to break the charm by inditing memoranda. I just abandon myself to the mood, and let it float on, carrying me in its placid ecstasy.”

– Walt Whitman, Specimen Days

“Keep reading and learning—and writing—more and more….”

– Elie Wiesel, a letter

I thank a good friend of mine for finding this:

“Grief isn’t a wound to let heal over as we are often falsely comforted. It’s a hook you need to unbend in order for it to completely pass through you.”

– John Goodman

Congratulations to my brother for landing a job in the big Chi.

Hearing about this kind of thing gets me excited for things. Many things.

I really need to find my underwear. I’ve been looking all over my apartment and their isn’t a single pair lounging around. I’m suspicious they’ve all been stolen.

My friend is on vacation. Pet name, you!

I can hear my roommate’s heavy heels clunk around outside my door. He usually tries to open my door before he knocks. What privacy I’ve got here. Especially when I got no undies. I’ll pretend I’m asleep if he tries.


I am relaxed. I’ve been reading Whitman’s Specimen Days, which, is completely interesting. It can be dry at times, but it’s almost like reading a history book, or perhaps a diary written by Walt himself. It’s simply personal, and honest.

I am listening to my mother and father talk in the other room. I can hear Wayne’s collar clank against itself as he supervises the conversation. Someday, I will miss this.

I bought a shirt a week ago—the proceeds go to the oil spill clean-up fund. On the front of the shirt, a pelican carries a stick in the shape of the gulf coast. I regret buying the shirt. It’s one half of a Rorschach blot. Somehow I missed it.

“Something smells suspiciously like ribs” my mom says. She’s right. Although my dad isn’t the best rib magician out there, they’re still ribs. All this makes me hungry.

I’m going to go snack. See you.

simplify, simplify