If you’re one of my friends who picked up Superfight way back, the rules have changed a LOT. The new ones are up on SuperfightGame.com.
There is a line that exists between what is put in this world to make it better, and what we want to like. And that line is bullshit.
So imagine this house, but with no interior walls. Just a huge box that is a studio and a living space. Then imagine a garden on the roof enclosed in glass, all of which (including the living area glass) can be shaded with the push of button to become an impenetrable cocoon fortress. That is what I am working on, and where I will be someday.
Pulled pork sliders, sweet potato fries, and Brie fig bread. Don’t come looking for me.
I read Into the Wild right after it came out, and have thought about Chris McCandless at a weird fandom level ever since. My friend Ryan just posted a link to an article that is a very important read for anyone who cares about this story at all. That got me thinking about him again today.
He and I have a lot in common. That’s more of an admission than a humblebrag. I have no real desire to climb rocks, but most of the rest is there. The arrogance tempered by a belief that you see the world in ways that most people miss. The blitzing sense of invincibility that comes with that world sometimes rewarding you for being “right” in an ocean of “very, very wrong.” It’s not to difficult to see how these ingredient can just make you an asshole. But so can paying five dollars for a cup of coffee, so.
And the years have only brought me closer to this stuff. Friends close to me hear nothing about how this still-undigested sudden financial success means I can by my way OUT of an absurd materialistic culture rather than INTO it. I have spent weeks preparing to build a house located not very close to much at all. And it’s really more of a clean minimalist box than a house. Because that’s what my loud stupid head needs.
I don’t quite fit in this life, and I don’t much care to. I just want to make things (the two most important of which are the future woman and man I am raising), and send those things back to the world to change it and help it in whatever way I can. I won’t be able to live in my nest one hundred percent of the time, and I probably wouldn’t want to. Nobody is always anything, and I’m no exception. Things happen for me in seasons. Sometimes they overlap with actual seasons. And summer has always been a time of rebooting and repositioning, while fall and winter are creative times for me. Just as the seasons can only come in doses to keep things good, so it is for withdrawal and anything related. I can’t leave it all forever, because that just isn’t an available or even attractive option for me. Because I also love roads and driving on them, which I plan to do a lot of once these planes stop being my home in a few weeks.
Find the Starlight (groan) was born on those roads, and grows on those roads. So that’s where you’ll find me for some time.
I can’t wait.
This has been a masturbatory advertisement for how awesome I think I am. But don’t look at me like that; you’re the one who read the whole thing.
Kinda gets at the whole heart of internet shit, doesn’t it?
Night swimming. My life is exactly like a Lana Del Rey song, but with more older men.
Fuck my heart.
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Working on Superfight at the Skybound office.
Someone recently made fun of how many keys I have. I looked at them, wondering why I had so many. And there were the keys to the campus. And I suddenly remembered I was a teacher for years. At a college. Where I dropped out. It was the crowning achievement in the life of a man I don’t even remember anymore. Which got me thinking about all of the other lives I’ve lived. About the punk kid in his Docs and Rancid shirt and spiked hair thinking the world could just go fuck itself and there was nothing but bullshit and hurt waiting for whatever man I became. People say they’d like to talk to their past selves. Not me. That kid did okay.