Hip Hip Hooray – it’s Monday. Mia and Nate accosted me at the Tommy’s on Saturday, pinning me into one of Gund Common’s many exciting corners. They lovingly placed their elbows to my throat, and said in wonderfully choreographed alternation, “Hey shit-stain, it’s your turn to write the Monday Catch-up!”
I think a lot about the way that we modify ourselves as an act of agency and expression. My tattoo was a way of setting a reminder into my skin. The image synthesizes a recurring image in a few of my favorite poems. The two most important quotes:
This past weekend was Kenyon’s annual Summer Sendoff, and as everyone knows, this year it was headlined by Echosmith, the pop band from our collective unconscious past (probably 2013? The year after the world was supposed to end, yes?) I was there for literally all of Echosmith, and here’s what I (and everyone who joined me on this journey) experienced.
Emphasis on the cool.