A Dozen Years Ago Today

This web log began a dozen years ago today.

I had just started my senior year at NYU and LiveJournal was all the rage. The screen name I posted under was a lyric from the song "Rent" from the musical Rent which I was completely and totally obsessed with. I was still in the closet then and was therefore likely a bit miserable inside, but I had guts and took chances and the world didn't terrify me yet. My first entry, like oh-so-many of the ones that followed it, wasn't at all good but it did garner one very sweet comment from Jess, a long-lost high school friend.

Literally Me

The all-too-relatable passage below is from Andrew Sean Greer's Less which I started reading this morning at the recommendation of a friend.

What had Freddy meant, "the bravest person I know"? For Less, it is a mystery. Name a day, name an hour, in which Arthur Less was not afraid. Of ordering a cocktail, taking a taxi, teaching a class, writing a book. Afraid of these and almost everything else in the world. Strange, though; because he is afraid of everything, nothing is harder than anything else. Taking a trip around the world is no more terrifying than buying a stick of gum. The daily dose of courage.

We Peaked (Again)

Jen, Steve and I just wrapped up the final hike of the weekend and it was hazy and hot and hurt like a hangover, but we did the damn thing anyway.

Also, I forgot to post yesterday's picture from the peak so I'll do that below. It features Amanda, myself, Steve, Will and very many trees. We're all cute as hell (especially the trees). Oh, and Amanda hiked the trail in flip-flops. 

P.S. I didn't do tests in a laboratory or anything, but I'm nearly to incredibly certain that most if not all of the sweat in both photos is purely alcohol.

In That Moment

Kat drove Maddy, Steve and I to Mickey D's for some late-night fried fare a long time after dark yesterday and on the way Ed Sheeran's "Castle on the Hill" came on the radio at one of those just-right moments and we sang along without caring and got far too quiet when it was over and the whole thing reminded of a sublime scene from The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vacuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called "Landslide." When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really fun scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.