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Disjointed in anticlimatic
Spring is cruising by at full steam. I have the peculiar (and unexpected) opportunity of working with a man in the same field, who is retiring, and wants to hand off his clients. This on top of m...
Shiny Happy People in anticlimatic
I never bothered listening to this song because I always assumed it would annoy me. Somehow I got the idea it was a celebration of hippies, but apparently it’s an ironic critique of Chinese propa...
Summer; Sunday in anticlimatic
Looking back on my life I think about waking up on my parents couch some sunday morning in the summer to the sound of my mom doing dishes, the smell of burnt toast and coco wheats for my baby bro...
Khrungbin in anticlimatic
Stumbled onto this video a little while ago and was pretty impressed. I asked my good friend out west, who is a dedicated guitarist and who keeps his finger on the pulse of contemporary talent, i...
Breath Of Spring in anticlimatic
Some spring plants were set up in the aisle at the hardware store today for fifty percent off. Daffodils and lilies and other pastel shaded flowers with pale green stalks and leaves. Fools Spring...
What's up with Reddit? in anticlimatic
I’m not very tech savvy these days, but I do have a short list of reddit “subs” that I browse for news and entertainment, and I enjoy them. I don’t typically participate in conversation. One of t...
My 2 Minutes Hate in anticlimatic
Jesus. Fucking. Christ, Humanity. I have never be so goddamn disappointed in all my life. Every subsequent day, from a day so far back I can’t even remember, has been a worse and bigger disappoin...
My mother used to have the most beautiful dark auburn hair. in anticlimatic
I took 8th and 10th grade off of high school back during the Clinton administration. Well, technically it was called “home schooling,” but all I ever did was copy/paste the answers straight out o...
Italians Do It Better in anticlimatic
Didn’t sleep so well last night. Girlfriend and I went out to eat at this fancy place in the middle of nowhere, and at some point during the drive we landed briefly on a country station to listen...
In The Kitchen in anticlimatic
It being winter in the north country, and it being a house of undetermined age beyond 110 years, I keep it very cold in here and my heating bill is still outrageous. It’s my first winter, and alt...
Phantom Branch on the Family Tree in anticlimatic
Gosh almighty, what a beautiful bright white dream of a winter day. Frozen, but on the soft side, if you know what I mean. Honestly it doesn’t take much to be glad for life, but even the bare min...
Once I dreamt in anticlimatic
I remember sitting on the couch of my parents living room watching something strange and British on PBS. Outside it was a very dark spring day. Dark green shadows and showers streaked down the wi...
Better to die with honor than to live with shame. in anticlimatic
I keep trying to imagine what it would be like to suddenly arm up with rifles and head downtown to defend the neighborhood from invading killers armed with their killing machines. I wonder if I w...
A blasphemous moon rises in anticlimatic
I feel like there is an old familiar moon rising in my life after a long hiatus. Maybe others feel something similar? What with the days getting brighter, the snow getting lower, and the Covid-er...
I was going for the color of the sky after dusk... in anticlimatic
This took a bit longer than it should, but I’m quite pleased with the result. 1) Scrape wall paper dry. 2) Spray remaining wallpaper with wallpaper remover and scrape the rest. 3) Drill holes in ...
Live From Here! in anticlimatic
It has very recently come to my attention that the NPR program “Live From Here!” was canceled way back Early Pandemic When, spring of 2020, with little ceremony- not so much as any kind of finale...
Here for the party in anticlimatic
It’s interesting– on a very deep level I need to be connected to society. There is just something that is so fundamental to human satisfaction at the heart of it. Sharing things, with others; see...
Look on down from the bridge. in anticlimatic
I’ve been hitting the Mazzy Star a little too hard this week. Something about it just pairs so well with winter; that empty, echoing, deadness. Could be because the particularly memorable winter ...
The Wet Years in anticlimatic
I swear I can feel my body breaking down in real time; moving maybe not rapidly but at least steadily towards spectacular collapse. Maybe it’s my 40th birthday just around the corner. Maybe it’s ...
The Garden in anticlimatic
Something peculiar has happened to my memory over the last few years- how I experience my memories, rather. I don’t know if it’s the darkening authoritarian age, my dad dying, or settling down an...
Disparity in anticlimatic
When did disparity become a fundamental religious problem? Who would want to live in a bland, hierarchically homogenous society? As though it could stand on its own two feet for more than five se...
Winter Memories in anticlimatic
My girlfriend claims the aesthetic of our house is built for winter, and I am inclined to agree. Physically and practically, not so much- I’ve got countless draft points plugged with all sorts of...
Ever Haunted By Yellow Windows in anticlimatic
When I think of college, two images flash my mind. The first is a tall doorway casting yellow light into bitter falling snow. The second also features yellow light, coming out of a square window ...
Cameras in the dark in anticlimatic
When we were kids, my brother and I got our hands on our parents point and shoot film camera one night after lights out, and discovered a really fun game. If the camera is empty of film, but stil...
You want it darker? We kill the flame. in anticlimatic
Almost snapped at work today. I could feel this pressure of expectation from so many people, surrounding me- pinning me against the cold reality of tasks I quite simply did not feel up to. Unfort...
