Spoons & Satellites

This is a personal blog. This is a history of my history. This is usually a story about the desert. Sometimes the desert is LA. Sometimes the desert is Colorado. Sometimes the desert is Utah. Sometimes the desert is anywhere that I am that feels like a desert. Sometimes this isn't about the desert at all and instead it is about love and adventure and art and nostalgia. Sometimes this space is professional and sometimes it is professional in a way that isn't professional but that accords with my chosen professional identity, which is one of indiscretion.

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A Decade of September 12ths

A friend of mine made fun of me recently for making everything into an anniversary. I don’t think this is my fault. Facebook is always reminding me, On This Day. Instagram has created so many hashtag holidays I swear it is always National Something I Love Day {Dog, Donuts, Ice Cream, Best Friends, Siblings, &c &c &c}. I live in…

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The End of Being 27

This week I turn 28 years old, but I’m not quite ready to let go of 27 yet. 27 has always been my favorite number, and I had a feeling for a long time that my 27th year would be an important one. Indeed, that has turned out to be true in ways I could never have imagined. I turned…

The Beginning is Near

It’s been awhile. I think this is because I was sad for a few months. It is much harder for me to write when I am sad. I’m not even entirely sure what I’ve been doing with my time. Where it’s gone. What hole it slipped into and never came out of. A friend of mine often makes jokes about…

March Sadness

I was watching The Walking Dead this evening, and at the end of a particularly heart wrenching scene there was this sad, haunting song. I looked it up and it’s Nicole Dollanganger’s “Chapel.” I’ve never heard of this person or this song, but as I started tearing up, I began to think more extensively about music and sadness. I met…

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Self-Portrait as Library (Redux)

I was in Skylight Books today, which is often a place I visit when I’m particularly restless or needing to fulfill an urge I can usually only satiate with something destructive like alcohol, and I couldn’t for the life of me remember the name of the book I was looking for. I’d actually gone there to buy Adrienne Rich’s Diving Into…