Seems like everyone loved the recent Hyperbole and a Half about depression. “YES! THIS IS EXACTLY HOW IT IS!” said pretty much the whole internet.
I liked it, too. Allie is brave and hilarious and talented, and I am glad she found the strength to publish again. And I am glad it resonated so deeply for so many. But I believe I speak for more than a few people who saw that strip and said, “but wait, it was nothing like that for me.” I’m sure there are those who are saying it in the present tense, too.
I’m not an expert, but I know depression takes many shapes and forms, and I would say to anyone out there who was made uncomfortable by the strip or the reaction to it that it’s OK. Your feelings about your feelings are valid. Keep getting help, or if you’re not, it’s never too late to start.
I.L.O.U. // Tony Rogers
Among my many blessings (and I’m trying to focus on them lately, so this is timely) is a group of impossibly creative and talented friends. Here is a brand new video for Tony’s Sycamore album, produced by him and directed by another of my gifted and prolific friends, Michael Starcevich.
Please take a look. This isn’t a bunch of rockers taking shots of their navels with a 5D and calling it a video. This is the real deal, the kind of thing they’d show on music video channels if there still were such a thing. I’m so proud to be part of this ongoing project.
- I made it into my yard to take a not-very-good picture of this pretty tree. Without sobbing from pain.
- Weather note: last year, this tree bloomed in late March.
- I think watching that punk-ass Sergio rinse three tee shots to choke away the Players Championship yesterday may have partially healed me. It surely raised my spirits.
- Just the same, I’m seeing a spine surgeon on Wednesday, part of the same team that worked on Derrick Rose. (Speaking of punk-ass.) I’ll be back on the court before he is.
Happy Mothers Day!
Moms, be sure to dress your sons in suits that make them miserable at least once this year.
This weekend, I was planning to write a little about what I’ve been up to that caused me to take a breather from tumblr for a while. (The break was because I had realized that I was spending too much time here and it was hurting my productivity.) I was hoping to hit a big milestone that would be fun to share.
Instead, Thursday night, I bent over to pick up a catcher’s chest protector—total weight, about 1.5 pounds—and blew my back out so badly in the process that I ended up in the ER. Nothing scares a bunch of 9-year-old ballplayers like a screaming, writhing adult in their dugout, let me tell you.
After a quick exam, where I got to say my pain was an 8 but had been a 10 on their frowny face scale, the ER doc said it’s a muscle spasm. It may be, but I’m sure it was caused by some massively oozing/burst/whatever disc, so the muscle relaxers they gave me, while entertaining when paired with a nice Oregon Coast Pinot Noir and a couple hundred Advil, aren’t really helping.
So I didn’t hit my milestone, and I can’t really sit for very long so I won’t be hitting it real soon, since sitting is how I do what I do.
Anyway, I’m OK at the moment, if a little irritable. Pain is now manageable if I don’t push it by doing crazy shit like going down stairs or riding in cars. Trying to get an appointment with a spinal surgeon, which, you know. Could be a while. Catching up on The Wire on DVD, watching golf, missing important stuff my kids are doing since I can’t sit in a car, and trying not to be furiously angry at the entire fucking world.
Girl Can’t Help It // Journey
Hi guys! Still busy, working, making a thing. Pictures and words soon. Miss your faces.
Have some Journey as a token of my love in the meantime.
I’m gonna be away from the tumblrs for a good while. There’s no drama; I just need to focus on other things. If you need me, you can find me in the usual places (twitter, facebook, email, kik).
Namaste. And be lovely to each other.
- I am having lots of fun coding again. That’s going well. The aforementioned rust relates to design—where by design, I mean object design, not making pretty web pages with giant fonts and too much whitespace. The design is coming around, too, slowly. Too slowly. This all needs to move faster. I wanted to be farther by today than I am.
- Danny pitched in a real game last night. We purposely didn’t tell him ahead of time because he’d have been too nervous. He did great. He also hit two balls really hard, even though he was absolutely robbed on one of them. Spring is shaping up.
- If you raise your kids to say “thank you” to their coaches after games and practices, you are doing it right, and I thank you.
- Group semi-STM: I would pay you all cash money to consistently tag your internet boyfriend of the moment with something tumblr savior understands. I could do without the hourly reminder of my suburban dumpiness.
- I’m back on prednisone after the MRI yesterday. Activity restricted. Eating all the things. See previous for resultant mood.
Stone In Love // Journey
We can’t be friends if you think Journey sucks. I grew up wanting to be Neal Schon. I kinda still do, except for the part where he’s engaged now to a Real Housewife of DC, the one who crashed a state dinner at the White House. That part is weird.
Anyway. Dig the guitar. Not one, not two, but three facemelting solos in this song, and that ripping intro to boot. Neal’s on my personal Mt. Rushmore of guitarists and this recording is a large part of the reason why.
From A Window Seat // Dawes
You guys, this new Dawes record is the real deal. Really insightful, occasionally painful-in-the-right-way lyrics, nifty guitar work, great harmonies. I kinda want to be in this band, except I’d insist on playing too loud and they’d kick me out.
And I find that the hero in the song that I am writing
Doesn’t know he’s just an image of myself
But as much he resists the conversation between the rivers and the freeways
He’s somehow always asking them for help