Having arrived today at its 26th birthday, this site has now lasted more than twice as long as my relationship with the city it was originally about. To say that it has changed my life would be a tremendous understatement. To say that it’s as big a part of my life as it once was would be a tremendous overstatement.
In that spirit of laziness, feel free to look at older retrospective (and often self-indulgent) tributes as I cannot be bothered to create a new one this week:
…but not as much as 2011 did.
At least for me.
For sheer misery, that will be the one I remember till I die. I’m way past it now, but just thinking back to how miserable almost every day of that soul-sucking year was for me makes me cringe. As bad as it seemed at the time, I really don’t think I quite realized just how fucking dark a place I was in (for 2012 and part of 2013 too). It’s kind of scary in retrospect and I’m glad I finally got some help.
I like myself and my life a whole lot better now. In fact, I think I’d like myself even if I weren’t me. Mainly because no one else could parse that last fucking sentence. But also because I’ve now re-learned how to enjoy life and prioritize the important stuff. Usually, at least.
Anyway, if you have to make a New Year’s resolution, asking for help when you need it might be a good one.
Rosanna Arquette (who is five years older than me) and Herbert Hoover (who is dead) have both passed another birthday.
I’m celebrating the event in Boston, just as I did thirty-three years ago, when Rosanna Arquette was also five years older than me and Herbert Hoover was also dead. I bought books, I ate unhealthy food, and I finally saw Salem, Lowell, and Lawrence. And I had lasagna under the Leaning Tower of Pizza.
And I’m not going to share any great new wisdom. But here’s a picture of the tower:
And here’s where I didn’t eat lunch because they were closed:
That’s all I got…
…and it came out today, and you can buy it. Options include:
Or just have your local bookseller order if for you.
There will be a test.