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Look 129: Writing 9 to 9:05
September 1, 2026
Fellow angler, Writing is hard. As evidence, I’ll offer a peek behind the curtain here and share that I rewrote that first sentence six times. I moved it...
Look 128: The blog is back
August 18, 2026
Fellow angler, Much like Slim Shady, I am back. Back again. I don’t think we need to talk about how long I was away. We all know it’s been a long time. And...
Look 127: Ideas, Neil Diamond edition
June 2, 2026
Fellow angler, This post is an anomaly. I started writing a normal post about how my dreams help me come up with writing ideas. Then, without realizing what...
Look 126: Give me an F-I-S-H
May 19, 2026
Dearest gentle angler, I wrote that ^ after watching the latest season of Bridgerton (which I don’t really follow but Lauren does, so I’ve seen it in the...
Look 125: Blog Dodger Rag
January 28, 2026
Fellow angler, Congratulations on surviving another year. I haven’t written much in the past two months, but I am ready to take 2026 by storm.1 Since last we...
Look 123: Thanks, Dawg
November 27, 2025
Fellow angler, Much like those desperate businesses that thank you for being a valued customer, I am emailing you on Thanksgiving Day with a completely...
Look 122: Back in the writing groove
November 5, 2025
Fellow angler, We’re back after a month. I admit that I had to reread my last post to remember where we left off. I assume you’re in the same situation, and...
Look 121: We aren't here to make things perfect
October 8, 2025
Fellow angler, I didn’t post last Wednesday. Someone who claims to read this blog asked me why I missed that post day and while the reason is simple (I was...
Look 120: Sit around in your underwear
September 17, 2025
Fellow angler, It has been quite a week (or however long it’s been since I last posted). A few highlights: 1. I’m unemployed. My boss quit and the company...
Look 119: A taste of honey
August 27, 2025
Fellow angler, I missed my regular post date last Wednesday, and I trust you were properly torn up about it. I took last week off work for a staycation. I...
Look 118: Learning to read
August 6, 2025
Fellow angler, I missed the last post date because I was traveling and I considered sending a post last week to make up for it, but do you ever get so lost...
Look 117: It isn't nice
July 9, 2025
Fellow angler, Today we discuss something that is important to me but that I don’t often bring up in public conversation: politics. I’m not going to talk...
Look 116: The sidewalk was bare
June 25, 2025
Fellow angler, I come to you with a tragic story. I’m writing this on a day when I didn’t walk much because New York City saw temps over 100 degrees and the...
Look 115: On the blog again
June 11, 2025
Fellow angler, Much to your chagrin, I have returned. The calls for new posts were simply too great to ignore. I was overwhelmed just like Harry getting all...
Look 114: Pouring light into ashes
May 6, 2025
Fellow angler, Remember two weeks ago when I said I was tired? I’ve been fighting through burnout for weeks. And by weeks I mean 1-2 months. It’s been a...
Look 113: Gone streakin'
April 22, 2025
Fellow angler, I’m tired. That’s a general statement of life but also a result of me having walked about 30 miles in the past 3 days (>60,000 steps). That...
Look 112: Sixteen tons and what do you get?
April 8, 2025
Fellow angler, This will be a short one. That’s partially because I’m lazy and also because, well, no I guess it’s just laziness. It has been an eventful...
Look 111: The three little priorities
March 25, 2025
Fellow angler, Between apartment repairs (ongoing), a busier work schedule (reasonable though seemingly never-ending), and the current state of the US...
Look 110: I won't waste time
March 4, 2025
Fellow angler, Since I know you’re keeping close track, I’ll come clean. Yes, I did miss a post last week. Thank you for keeping me accountable. Here’s my...
Look 109: Stone Soup II, The Link Up
February 11, 2025
Fellow angler, I planned to write about how we, as a society, fetishize the tortured artists who know nothing in life but the singular passion they feel...
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