“Maps” (by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, off their 2003 album Fever to Tell) is the best song of the 2000s so far and it isn’t even close. Maps (in the interest…

In the spring of the year before the last decade ended, I got incredibly sick with the flu. There was a bad flu with an ugly name, its mascot an animal…

There’s a scaffolding platform on the building across the street from my apartment. The scaffolding went up last week, over the course of a long and un…

hi readers and friends. just a note to remind everyone that the paid-subscriber version of this project has ended, and the free one will end, at least …

one more quick note on subscriptions: It turns out that it’s complicated to turn off new paid subscriptions but keep sending subscriber-only emails. So…

Hi everybody. After a lot of consideration, I've decided to wind Griefbacon down and end this project at the end of 2019. It's been four years, almost …

cw: stuff about drinking, stuff about bodies Gatorade is a trash beverage and I love it with my whole heart. It’s been about a year since I’ve had an a…

Monday was Thomas and my wedding anniversary, but we’ve now been together long enough that I feel stupid and embarrassed writing about our anniversarie…

This coming Monday, the 23rd, is: The first day of fall, the first day of Libra season, my wedding anniversary, and Bruce Springsteen’s birthday (the c…

There's too much to say about back to school season and everyone is expected to care too much about it, but at least we don’t have to be hot anymore. O…

Today is somehow the seventeenth anniversary of my moving (back) to New York (I was born here but we moved away when I was very young and I grew up els…

Beauty, like grief, is a big joke. Christina Hendricks, a woman so beautiful that her beauty has often served as an instant punchline, joined instagram…