Tim Kreider, “The Summer That Never Was”

I suspect that the way I feel now, at summer’s end, is about how I’ll feel at the end of my life, assuming I have time and mind enough to reflect: bewildered by how unexpectedly everything turned out, regretful about all the things I didn’t get around to, clutching the handful of friends and funny stories I’ve amassed, and wondering where it all went. And I’ll probably still be evading the same truth I’m evading now: that the life I ended up with, much as I complain about it, was pretty much the one I chose. And my dissatisfactions with it are really with my own character, with my hesitation and timidity.

My favorite cartoonist is also one of my favorite essayists. I’m glad I don’t identify with him too much here. But maybe stories like his will help me be ready when the time comes. And it will come.

May 2015 / June 2015

I’m still hearing music sometimes! Just slow to arrange it. If it wasn’t there yet, this’ll set your summer right. If there’s anything worth taking from these, it’s that I like June more than May. That’s all. That’s it. #swag

May 2015

June 2015


I did this!

Here are some fun results:

  • There are 475 tracks total, 10 of which are songs of my choice. The remaining 465 songs are all albums I had never listened to when I uploaded them.
  • So far, I have singled out 19 of those songs as worthy of “The Best New” playlist.
  • The artist with the most songs on that playlist is Shabazz Palaces, with three.
  • On the artist list of my mp3 player, there are four entries for Yelawolf. They’re all spelled and capitalized the same. Dunno how that happened.

(Full disclosure: I wrote this a month ago and never published it. Whoops)


    Mac Miller, “Best Day Ever”

    This song just pulled me back from the leaning-my-face-on-my-knees swagger of being especially slizzed. Even though a ringtone beat drops at square one, just prior to the first chorus this song expands into something you’d expect to play as the opening of a fantastic mixtape. I’ve really enjoyed Mac Miller’s stuff this weekend, and I have the feeling that we’re headed for a summer of hip hop. keep bumpin.