Wednesday 5/27/26 Same deal. *** Sonny Rollins and loving jazz. It’s always a good time to fall in love with jazz, and no artist better embodied that idea than tenor saxophonist Sonny Rollins. His death at the age of ninety-five means there’s one less physically connective strand to a period in this country’s popular culture—Rollins’ artistic heyday of the mid-1950s—when a cerebral art form like jazz made inroads with the masses. If you went to a bar, chances were a basebal

Tuesday 5/26/26 As I said, I wasn't able to do anything with this and might as well put it here. The idea all along was for everything to eventually be collected between book covers, but it's hard to see that ever happening. Today is Miles Davis's centennial. This will be the best thing that anyone wrote for the day, and the only thing that isn't interchangeable with all the other things, and it didn't get to run. That's the system. *** Making it new for Miles Davis’s centenn

Tuesday 5/26/26 There are things I plan to write in here regarding upcoming sporting events--everything else will keep and I eventually get to it--that I don't end up writing because I don't get a chance to do so in time. One of those things I had filed in my mind to make a note of here after the Knicks beat the Cavs in Game 3 was that the Knicks would win Game 4 by at least 30 points. Turns out they won by 37 last night. That Cleveland team was done after Game 1. They quit.

Monday 5/25/26 No stairs on Friday. Put my head down figuratively speaking on Thursday to do the 10,000 stairs in the heat at City Hall and then followed it up with a big zero. Saturday's mark the start of new weeks for me, though, even if their stair total--if they're Monument stairs--counts towards the week that began Wednesday when the Monument opened after being closed Monday and Tuesday. You want to be able to say to yourself, "This weekend I ran such and such an amount

Sunday 5/24/26 Correspondence from yesterday. Ought to be read. And read again. And then again. *** Just a few odds and ends. I'm fighting it, trying to keep going, trying to use today--start of a new season, unofficially, but still--as a starting line. I have to try and create these starting lines. I have nothing to live for. No hope. It doesn't matter what I make. I rearrange deck chairs, starting line-wise. Then I get another day. Another weekend. Another spurt. Some work

Thursday 5/21/26 My effort and performance in running stairs wasn't where it should have been last week and the start of this one. Over the former, I ran only twelve circuits of stairs in the Bunker Hill Monument, and those were all in one day (last Thursday). I didn't run stairs anywhere else. Nothing on Monday either, so on Tuesday I went out to run the stairs at City Hall. You shouldn't ever take stairs and how you'll fare with them for granted. It's a good life lesson and

Wednesday 5/20/26 Like most residents of New England, I was up late last night waiting to see if the Red Sox could score more than three runs for the first time in nine games. They were up on Kansas City 3-1 in the top of the ninth when they had a runner thrown out at the plate Jarren Duran came up and was down two strikes. The next pitch was a ball, which was when I went to bed. Awoke to see a 7-1 score, which I figured meant Duran homered, and sure enough he did. His best g

Tuesday 5/19/26 Woodstock—Snoopy’s pal—wrote a book in the Peanuts strip called My Life as a Bird, which is actually a pretty good title. I’d read that and you know Woodstock would have spurned AI. It wouldn’t have provided us the avian view of the events surrounding A Charlie Brown Christmas, though, as Woodstock wasn’t around then despite what some anachronistic paraphernalia would have you believe. For instance, at Christmastime we'll see Peanuts wrapping paper and gift mu

Monday 5/18/26 This is a letter to my uncle from Friday. I include it here because for all the things that this journal is, it's ultimately telling a story. Sometimes I use outside documents that then become internal documents as per this record in the telling of that story. What I wrote about "Love, Your Mouse" is true and I feel like including it makes sense. My uncle is a good man. Dear Gerard, It's early on the morning of 5/15. I was just checking in. I understand yo

Monday 5/18/26 Wretched effort on my part. No compete. No fight. Lots of giving in. Sitting and decomposing in the middle of it. Sadness. For just my relationship with myself--which is for all intents and purposes the only one I have--I need to do a 180. Feel tired, feel like I pushed as hard as I could. Also survival. Everything has taken on a quality of life or death. I feel like I'm so tenuously here as it is and when I'm like this I'm swaying in front of the cliff's face

Sunday 5/17/26 If a person isn't a good friend, they won't be a good anything of significance in any matters of human significance. Whether that's as a parent, a spouse, a person for others, an artist, or to themselves. Friendship is this term that holds and means all these other things and values. We can't get caught up in the notion that it's merely two people in some kind of platonic dynamic who are agreeable to each other. That's a disservice. People reading the above wil

Sunday 5/17/26 Anthony Edwards going over to the Spurs players to congratulate them on eliminating his team with eight minutes left in the game is flooring to me, and I don't mean in the creating-that-surface-under-your-feet sense. Speaks to where the world is. All these details do. The devil of these declining times inhabits each of them. The Montreal Canadiens had the Buffalo Sabres right where they wanted them: up 3-2 in the series, Game 6 in Montreal, the place amped and

Saturday 5/16/26 Another Red Sox loss, in ten innings this time, by a score of 3-2. They got the pitching as has been the norm, and couldn't mount an attack, as is especially the norm. Jarren Duran, batting lead-off yet again, went 0-for-3, but he did walk once...after which he was then picked off. This guy. The season is six months long. We're a month and a half in. He's hitting in the .170s. They have others as bad. It's a Triple A line-up. The Sox practically need to shut

Friday 5/15/26 For the Red Sox to win, they basically need, or have needed, two things to happen: strong starting pitching (or the facsimile thereof, as when Bello enters in the second) through six innings, and they have to score first. The Red Sox have failed to score a run for a starter thirteen times this season with nine of those thirteen times happening at Fenway. Quite the stat. The pitching has actually been good enough for them to be a good team. In May its been espec

Thursday 5/14/26 Do you know what a snake ball is? Perhaps you've seen one on a hike or in some nature video. It's what it sounds like: A big old ball of snakes writhing together under some ledge or within a hollow of rocks. Very in keeping with the connected people and the powers that be of publishing. The human (for lack of a better term) version of a snake ball. A challenge when you write about and expose some of these people is that you're rarely just writing about one of

Thursday 5/14/26 The Red Sox picked up a rare Fenway Park win last night, beating the Phillies 3-1. This seems to be the only way these Sox can prevail: hold the opponent to next to nothing or shut them out, and scratch across 1, 2, 3 runs. Maybe get a homer or two--like they did from Trevor Story and Ceddanne Rafaela in this ballgame--but not usually. Worth mentioning from the historical standpoint per the Sox' series-opening loss on Tuesday: their first nine batters were re

Wednesday 5/13/26 This is a letter to some people I know from early this afternoon. Among the most depressing things I see now are accounts in teaching subreddits from teachers, as to their experiences in classrooms. And their experiences now, versus in times past. It's just going to get worse unless there's some drastic sea change. I don't need these instructors to tell me this. These accounts, though, of children--high school kids included--who can't do anything for themsel

Wednesday 5/13/26 The Great Gildersleeve has quickly become one of my favorite classic radio programs. The character was spun off from the Fibber McGee and Molly show, and tweaked and given a different back story and life situation. On his own program, he's the "parent" to his orphaned niece and nephew. You have to give it some time to pull you in, to get to know these people and how they know and care about and interact with each other. The show is all about the relationship

Wednesday 5/13/26 Was correct about the Avalanche winning the other night. If one goes through this record, one will find that most of these predictions are correct. Had I stood to gain by them being so--that is, were I were a bettor--I'd lose, but someone else could go by what I write down that I think will happen and make a profit. You know, if you wanted to use my predictions like a gambling service. Minnesota doesn't have the horses to be taking consecutive games against

Wednesday 5/13/26 Had another nightmare about Molly last night. We were walking in a parking lot and then stopped, and I was pledging my love to her. Why I was doing this in a dream I don't know. It could be a combination of how I actually felt, combined with how awful things are now, and who I am now. My days are themselves worse than nightmares. They feel like nightmares where you're desperate to wake up. That's my status quo. My reality. My nightmares in the traditional se

Monday 5/11/26 I thought the Sixers might extend their series against the Knicks before getting crushed in Game 5 back at Madison Square Garden, but they put up little resistance and were crushed at home instead. Are the Knicks that good? How did the Sixers come back from 3-1 on the Celtics? Was the Celtics' record a mirage? There's overachieving, yes, but can you overachieve by fifteen or so wins? I guess. But if that's what New York did to Philadelphia, what would they have

Sunday 5/10/26 Was listening to episodes of Dark Fantasy this morning. Ran from November 1941 to June 1942 out of Oklahoma City. Very garrulous, sometimes comically so. The trick with radio drama, ironically, is not to be too gabby, but I have a soft spot for this program. "Pennsylvania Turnpike" is one of my all-time favorite radio episodes on account of the scene at the roadside store/eatery with the traveler and the proprietor who serves him coffee and gives him the free h

Saturday 5/8/26 Dennis Johnson was the editor of the independent press Melville House. He's an egomaniacal tyrant. It isn't hard to find people who worked for him who have plenty of reasons to loathe him. Once I sent him a book I'd written in the form of a file attached to an email. He writes me back saying he's a massive fan of my work, but there's no attachment. There was, of course, but these people are often helpless. When they screw up as is their wont, you have to take

Saturday 5/9/26 You see all these posts of people doing the generation thing. I don't like any of this. The forfeiting of identity in favor of group-based identity. You should be you and you alone. When I see the "You know you're Generation X..." people doing the thing they constantly do, I know all I need to know about that person. They aren't a person. Not as I'd define a person. They are not a "you." They are a "them." I'm interested in the past only insofar as it informs