Posted: October 25th, 2026 | Tags:Uncategorized | Comments Off on sometimes it’s the little things
my passport expired a year ago and ever since it’s been eating at me to renew it and so one night ross took my photo, i was fine with it, and i submitted my app, it took maybe 20 minutes, and now i have my passport! it’s nothing, but it gives me great relief (and pride??????) (extremely low bar these days).
Posted: October 25th, 2026 | Tags:Uncategorized | Comments Off on we’re all fools
rewatching beetlejuice, beetlejuice (amazing sets and costumes, tbh!) and catching up on emails and newsletters. this was a good interview with lisa hanawalt:
Posted: October 24th, 2026 | Tags:Uncategorized | Comments Off on bits
this is a very cute costume (by alex mill staffer rose florence anderson, courtesy of cupofjo)
was watching tv halloween shows to “get in the mood” and then switched over to silence of the lambs and holy hell that movie is so good and so scary, i had forgotten, and jodie foster and anthony hopkins 100% deserved those academy awards. absolutely chilling.
i think i’m finally coming around to pizza?????
back on my bullshit and watching playoff sports AND the NBA and trying to decide if i’m getting league pass again (can i make it work without spending the $$$)
seeing niece and nephew (and other little friends) play soccer
this exceptional list about handling grief — especially this: Grief is a transformative event in that there will always feel like a ābefore this happenedā and an āafter this happenedā it may take time to feel okay with that but I tried to look at it as entering deeper into the depths of the human experience as we all do face it eventually as dreaded as it is. Part of this journey may include coming face to face with your own mortality for the first real sobering non purely conceptual time barring life events that have also done that.
i think the thing that is hitting me with — especially lou’s death — is just the person is GONE. just no longer, like…POOF. it’s been making think about the leftovers, which i didn’t love (who cares), but that sudden unexplained goneness is hard to grasp.
Publishing my first book earlier this year. The birth of my son. An ecstatic enlightenment experience I had on a silent retreat.
But even better than the particularly memorable moments are the truly countless moments of being alive, being present. The sound of an E chord on the guitar, the smattering of clouds across the sunrise. A quiet morning on a park bench. Staring into the eyes of my dogs.