Remember 8 years ago when I said I was starting the 40/40 Challenge, a self-imposed goal challenge for the first 40 weeks of 2020?

So what new things will be normal in a month? Where will culture be moved from here?

We will not have free or fair elections in November. That doesn't mean we can't win.

You may say that I'm a dreamer. But now I know I'm not the only one.

These are just the things we do now, and the sting of it is starting to wear off, starting to fade.

I never thought I'd live in a world that was worse than a Stephen King book, and yet here we are.

I hope this is what I remember most.

The natural world is brutal. Virtually everything about my life has changed because nature has reasserted herself.

Time has become compressed to a single point. I have only this single moment. Everything before is the past. Everything ahead is unknowable.

I suppose grief will probably be the overwhelming feeling most of us take away from this.

On a new meaning to the famous quote by Obi Wan Kenobi in Star Wars.

We're just 2 miles into a marathon. There's still a lot of livin' left to do.

A repost of an old essay that came out of visiting my dying grandmother.

On God, apocalypse, and art.

In which I compare myself to a butterfly.

A brief book review of the 2000 book Suburban Nation.

A rumination on what the killing of Osama bin Laden meant to a generation of losses.

Some thoughts as I listen to Coldplay on a rainy Tuesday night.

A retrospective on the song, "I'll Cry Instead" by The Beatles.

What are the effects of seeing endless streams of fictional trauma for our entire lives?