Day 2,898: Rat Pellets, Pizza Grease and Great Men

https://youtu.be/dPdSnDJoRzs Aimee Mann is, of course, second to none in the Deadpan Kiss-Off genre. But for me, this somber ballad from Welcome Home delivers a much more devastating blow in its recognition that when two people split, what's lost is not just the attention they paid to each other, but the specific, inimitable quality of…

Day 2,414: A Moment of Monstrous Grace

I laughed yesterday at the start of this otherwise long, dark chat with a friend freaking out over, you know, the possibly post-Constitutional state the United States is entering. ‘Don’t drink’ was probably sincerely meant on some level, but hearing it in his sardonic Boston voice—"two words of advice for you, boss," I imagined him…

Day 1,107: YJ + TY KU = WTFF

There are two things in life I love: yoga, and being judgmental. So when Laura and Holly alerted me to Yoga Journal's big new heavily promoted advertorial partnership with TY KU Sake, aka "The Official Drink of Apres Yoga," I simply could not wait to learn more. Let's take a look, shall we? First, here's the image on the TY…

Day 831: Let Me Direct Your Attention Over Here…

Hey sober party people, non-party people, and people who just want to put in a quick appearance at the party so they get credit for showing up and then make a beeline for the car-- I've published an essay on Medium about the loneliness of early sobriety, the importance of people who get it, and…