Category: Something Real

  • Social Media Experiment

    Experiment: if I close twitter and log out of Facebook for a week (supplementing social internet needs with forum posts and reading blogs if I need to feel connected) what happens? Does the world seem less shitty? Do I break out of various funks long enough to work on projects? Am I happier? I’ll let…

  • PSA: Re: Smiling in Public

    Just because someone is smiling in public does not mean everything in their life is happy, perfect, and healthy.   I’m reminded of this, in light of the Josh Duggar situation, because both parent-like sets of people in my life see the Duggars as The Best Family Ever. And because the Duggars are good at…

  • Life right now.

    Life right now.

    I feel the need to be more present physically in my world, but I don’t like the implication that the digital world is unimportant or doesn’t matter. Because the internet is more of the real (painful, brutal, honest) world than my physical experience is. I don’t want to sound dated when I say I need…

  • Past Selfies

    Past Selfies

    I’m tired of looking at pictures of myself from last year, or even a few years before, and thinking “damn I looked good then!” while simultaneously remembering how stressed out I was about my body, and about gaining weight, and….how I was very rarely able to just be okay with it. It’s a patten I’ve…

  • The Groove

    The feeling you have when you want to do things and you even make progress on things just not in a way anyone can see yet, because you want more than anything to get back into your rhythm but you’re just not there. And then you remember that you moved barely a month ago, and…

  • Moved

    There’s something almost soothing about being in a car for hours and days on end. Driving through the midwest with sketchy phone signal and the inability to read or otherwise occupy yourself (because motion sickness) besides listening to things and talking and looking out the window provides a temporary bubble and break from the world.…

  • My Blog is Breathing

    My Blog is Breathing

    Seriously though, it’s weird. Every other year or so, I expand out (exhale) I disperse my art and my thoughts across various different sites for a couple years to compartmentalize them in my mind, and then over time, every thing comes back together (inhale) and I try to put everything back in one place again. I’ve…

  • First Person Lover

    First Person Lover

      I just. I don’t know. All I can think to say is if it’s a game about love, you’re doing it wrong. It’s absurd and a little triggering if you think about it, but also so hard to look away. Props for creativity, I guess, but….I wouldn’t say it’s less damaging than a normal…

  • Tell Me Why The World Is Fucked

    2014 has been intense shit. I’m alone for a little while, and realizing how small I am. There’s only so much I can do. Before the need to attend to my psyche over powers my ability to be useful to the world. And that’s okay. I’m trying to accept that. I don’t have to be…

  • To Dare is to Ludum….Dare

    To Dare is to Ludum….Dare

    So I did that this weekend. You can play it here!