I’m leaping into the unknown.
This isn’t my modus operandi. I stew, waiting for the Universe to throw me into chaos, forcing me to change by obliterating the familiar. Sure, my internal raging likely attracted the drama needed to burn away the waste, but I was comfortable being a person to whom life happened. Working with what eventually came to pass was my comfort zone. Possibility was paralyzing. Continue reading
Kicking this week’s Skinny Bits off with a series of brief album reviews:
I tried to temper my excitement about Wale’s The Album About Nothing (#TAAN) when he first announced the project, but I was excited to hear the final result. After living with the album for a week, I love it; more than I’ve loved anything of his in three years. It doesn’t completely call back to his mixtape days, but #TAAN builds a bridge between Mixtape Wale and New Wale. Stand out tracks for me are The Intro About Nothing, The Need to Know (I’m a sucker for a good early 00s sample, especially when it’s a Friends With Benefits anthem), The Success, and The Glass Egg.
I’ve come down with Writer’s Laryngitis.
Between communicating in 140 to 160-character colloquialisms on my phone and reading corporate marketing jargon forty hours a week, I’ve lost my voice. I noticed this after publishing my last post, Honoring the Daemon. I read the first rendition, and was appalled by how much I sounded like someone trying to sound like a writer. For example:
I have a precarious relationship with divinity. While I believe in astrology, that belief is anchored in a desire to make sense of the world. How I find order in such a traditionally ‘spacey’ set of beliefs is a conversation for another day, but it is more a rational practice than a spiritual one. My only experiences of a power greater than my own have come while putting words on paper; feeling my fingers on the keyboard or holding the pen, with the words flowing out so effortlessly they could not have been my own.
[Looks up to the sky] Dear Daemon, I’m sorry for the disrespect.