YOLO, mutha truckas.

Hello Friends of the Internet!

I realize that I’ve been doing so much stuff in connection to the blog that I’ve actually been neglecting to WRITE in the blog. D’oh.

Apologies for the cliché, but I really hit the ground running in 2013. As I’ve noted earlier, I feel that, although good things did happen in that time, the past 2 years have been a bit stagnant for me and it was time to start really getting my shit together. My friends are half-amused, half baffled by my only-sort-of joking adoption of the now-passé adage of YOLO (or “You Only Live Once” for those of you not into silly Internet slang). But I appreciate the sentiment, and instead of using it to create silly internet memes or drink to excess, I’m using it as a light-hearted reminder that life is indeed short and there’s a lot of shit I still want to get done before my time is over.

Original image from: http://upstreamdownstream.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/image.jpg

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Basking in my 15 minutes

Well, I can’t post much right now because I need to start my work day soon, but I wanted to share some exciting news for those of you who might not already know: xojane.com published one of my articles yesterday!! I am so beyond excited and thrilled for the opportunity and am completely blown away by the response I’ve received so far, both from people close to me and from people I’ve never met. It’s been so awesome to read all the responses and get so much feedback, although admittedly it’s a bit bittersweet (it sucks to know so many other people understand the pains of Alzheimer’s firsthand…).

But the experience has definitely reenergized me and I’m even more focused than before to get my writing out there and to keep finding avenues where I can promote my work. And I really hope I get the opportunity to work with xoJane.com again–what an awesome publication to write for! (The same day my article premiered, they posted a piece by one of my favorite comediennes, Lisa Lampanelli!!)

So… I’m stoked, and humbled, and grateful, and overwhelmed, and excited. 2013 is my year, damnit, and this is just the beginning.

May All Your Christmases Be Bright…

Today the Holiday Music Bracket officially started at my work. My friend Dave and I put it together, using suggestions from our co-workers. For the first round, we had a little fun with the match-ups, pitting songs against each other that created some kind of theme. We had one battle royale of “A Very Motown Christmas,” which had Otis Redding vs The Drifter’s version of “White Christmas.”

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thoughts from the train

These are not my usual observations about the regulars that I encounter on the train–these are snippets of stories based on observations, fleeting thoughts, or other little things I’ve been compelled to “write” while commuting (by “write,” I mean text to myself and save in my drafts until I had a chance to do something with them…)

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e.e. sheenings

I want to preface this by saying that my friends are brilliant, and although I wish there had been more submissions, I’m blown away by the 2 that did come through!

So here’s the back story:

Unless you’ve been living under a rock (and even then), you’ve probably heard about the ongoing implosion of Charlie Sheen. Love him or hate him, his antics and verbose psycho babble ramblings have made for delectable Facebook and water cooler fodder. In one such instance, I decided to post a mash up of my favorite quote as my FB status:

“I have tiger blood and Adonis DNA, motherfuckers.”

From here, numerous friends responded with their favorite Sheenisms, one which included “Can’t is the cancer of happen.” Another friend, Graham, noted that this sounded like a line from an e.e. cummings poem, which I thought was a brilliant and astute observation. This sparked an idea: What is we wrote our own “Can’t is the cancer of happen” poems, in the style of e. e. cummings. Submitters could either chose to focus their poems on the topic of Sheen and his antics, or completely divert from the subject matter while still using that amazing line.

I posted the challenge online, with a prize promised for the winner. Since only 3 of us had enough tiger blood running through our veins to take the challenge (myself, Graham, and Chris M.), I declare us all winners! Gentlemen, if you email me your addresses, I will send you both a special prize.

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let the write one in…

Well, blog, I hope this isn’t considered cheating, but I’ve taken up with a new site… this isn’t a replacement for my dear ol’ friend; instead, it’s an extension of my writing endeavors.

My first contribution to When Falls the Coliseum came about a week ago. Friend and writing mentor, Chris, who has a weekly column on the site, suggested I try my hand at writing for it. I was excited, but admittedly nervous — not so much about writing, but about keeping up with the writing. As anyone who reads this site regularly already knows, consistency is not really my strong suite. But I am up for the challenge and am eager to try to quell some better writing habits from this experience and continue to grow as a writer.

Please check out my articles, here, and here, and leave a little love in the comment section. 🙂 Special thanks to all of you who already have!


While I’m pimping myself out, I thought I’d share this totally unrelated little gem from a few months back (how quickly time flies!). I’ve been meaning to link to it, but kept forgetting. Anyway, Woobs and I were featured on the local news after attending State of the Union Bingo at the National Constitution Center. Friends have continuously ragged on me for looking pissed while D’s talking, but I was trying to keep with the tone of the conversation!! Should I be smiling while he talks about our friends affected by unemployment?! (Hi Tim!! Hi Parr!!) C’mon, people–I’m sadistic, but not that sadistic!!