Weekly Journal 7.7.26
The Comeback, Minions, and "Physics for Poets"
Kristen Martin
Weekly Journal 6.29.26
Berries, spectacles, and Fenne Lily
Dry Suburbia
Maybe there is something objectively dystopian about a town where you can draw a five-by-five-mile plot anywhere and record the same composition of snaky residential roads, stucco houses with open concept layouts, and a strip mall composed of the usual suspects.
Weekly Journal 6.22.26
Lost women, vacation food, and tidepools
Weekly Journal 6.15.26
Little Rock Nine, Tea & Scotch, Selling the Drama
Shit My Inner Child Says
Parents are supposed to be better at rising above it, setting an example for observant children who whine only because they haven't perfected better forms of expression. Unfortunately, setting a good example is only one of many imperatives that I juggle at any given time.
Weekly Journal 6.8.26
Driving, driving, and driving
Weekly Journal 6.1.26
BoJack, sausages, and warmth
Watch Your Step
As an adult, I can still be jump-scared, but instead of acting frightened I just get aggravated. What an inconvenience to be reminded that I still have half a lizard brain, which interprets ordinary creatures as boogeymen when they come at me without warning.
Weekly Journal 5.25.26
Hikes, beans, and feeding Phil