The End of This Year's Slide

I have really nothing to say about the end of this year’s slide

When explained all the rituals a friend lit up like the sun and declared

“So it’s a cult built on seasonal affect disorder” (exclamation point or mark I never know)

Yeah something like that but no nothing like that at all I didn’t clearly explain

Eating popped corn and drinking tea on this shortest of the short days

While not necessarily the easiest of slides it was genuinely eventful and fulfilling

With highs and lows and real confusion and true heartbreak and sincere joy

The goal may well be to someday achieve congruity – my own personal singularity

A place of peace and quiet without all the commerce and competition

Sadly I mistakenly envisioned this future to have become something other than this

There has definitely been a pivot from production to consumption and that frightens me

People and only people who you pick and choose and you hope chose and pick you

Are the final frontier of this era of "interconnectedness" that is as fake as "the devil"

In these tiny moments when I briefly surface from this lucid slumber

In the thin air between middlespaces and alone in thought and person

With slow motion scenes replayed on loo

The juries never take too long to return their verdicts

I have really nothing to say about the end of this year’s slide




Moved off the grid
Before there was a grid

Instant knowledge
Instant Contact
Instant karma

We had space to fail
We had freedom to thrive
We had time to ripen

Off da zoinkys
Ride our donkeys

Live to fight another day
That’s the thing the old folks say
I’m the hunter you’re the prey
It’s just my trust that you betray

Feeling like a castaway
I come for work they come for play
Oh the things we do for pay
Fight to live another way

In me more than you
Less mad more disappointed
This is my world now




Attic Day 2021


My life is like no other. Yes, I realize this. I try to play it off like I'm just a dude and all that stuff, but I'm not. I always felt that to admit what I already know would make me look like an asshole. I am not an asshole. Nor can I care about a perception I cannot control. Is just is. I am only what you believe I am.

Where I am all about Field Mowing Day, Rich always reminds me of Attic Day each and every December. I appreciate that more than he'll ever understand. We invented that in like 2005. It works. We invented so much. And I have to believe we will invent so much more.

What is Attic Day? I don't know. I'm finished explaining everything. It's all here already. It's all everywhere. I've already done the work. I've spread a pandemics worth of breadcrumbs of clues everywhere. So if you don't get it by now, that's really not my fault. I don't know what to tell you.

I have learned so much this year. If I were to step back for one hot second, I might declare it one of, if not the, most significant year of my life. 2021, goddamn. It's doesn't matter why. I'm telling you it was. I learned about people. I learned about me. I told Rich that I should Barry Sanders this shit and and go out on top. I could walk a legend. Will I? I have no idea what I'm doing for dinner tonight, how would I know what I'm going to do next? I predicted none of this (while I predicted it all, doy). This year made me happy, sane, alive, and engaged with the world.

Today I received this album on vinyl. Finally. I was talking to a very dear friend on Monday and realized I didn't own it on vinyl (I looked). Turns out it's hard to get and expensive. I found it. I reviewed it here a long time ago but never fully invested. I'm invested now. I really do not care about your tired Spotify Wrapped summary. I can't make meaning out of that corporate propaganda. I curate this. I own this. I accept this. I welcome judgment as much as I ignore it. This record makes me happy, sane, alive, and engaged in the world.

I saw a Skyline today. It was making a U-turn by the noodle shop where I was going to meet Hoff for some ramen. I've had a lot of ramen lately. I followed it because it was parking. OG JDM right-hand drive. The kid got out on the sidewalk. I said, "I bet people are always taking pics of your car." "Only those who know," was his spot perfect answer. I respect this kid. We chatted a little and I took two pics. Was later asked if I was a "car guy". I had a hard time answering that. I like what I like without too much influence. I just like what I like. I would drive that Skyline (or this one). This car and interaction made me happy, sane, alive, and engaged with the world.

There are so many amazing people in my life. To feel loved, accepted, and valued is humbling. I can't even express the gratitude and astonishment I feel all the time. Some of you know how I feel about you because I've told you how I feel about you. I guess I'll have to do a better job letting the rest of you know that you made me and you made this life. I guess, maybe, I can just do a better job in general. Yeah, I do pretty well. But what if there is a better? Imagine better. I know I can do more. And therein lies the magic; I can do better. Will I do more? I honestly don't know. But I will continue to pursue being happy, sane, alive, and engaged with the world.

Thanks. Happy Attic Day, friends.