Weekend Guide: ✌️Years In
✌️thank you for your readership ✌️
Two years in and time marches on. Weekly posts are quickly skimmed, clicked, rinsed and repeated — than archived to the content graveyard. But it feels good! What else can we do? Keep on keeping on. Everybody gather round and listen to my song.
August 2020 seems lightyears away, but as much as things change, things stay exactly the same. Consistency is key. Not fade away.
But, honestly, sometimes I feel like this:
I would love to hear from you. What do you enjoy? What do you despise? More links? More of my poetry (haha)? Remember, this is a dialogue, folks.
If you really want to know, I just finished up an incredibly dirty book, the dirtiest i’ve ever read — The Fermata by Nicholson Baker. If you can’t take the heat, please, my brothers and sisters in christ, stay out of the kitchen. NSFW.
I’m currently on a John McPhee kick. Johnny is the god of creative non fiction and a sure-fire top five New Jersey born writer.
McPhee has spent time with a myriad of topics. The Swiss Army, Bill Bradley at Princeton, The Pine Barrens, a single tennis match between Arthur Ashe and Clark Graebner, the prospecting and settling of Alaska, and even a history of a Delaware River favorite — The Shad. I’m in the zone. Don’t come for me.
