My new phone tells me I’ve walked an average of 7,166 steps per day over the past week. The internet tells me that a mile is about 2,000 steps, which means I’ve walked an average of three and a half miles every day for the past week. So that’s something, although a friend told me earlier this week that you should walk 10,000 steps per day for “maximum health benefits,” which leaves me feeling sub-maximum. So it goes.
My new phone also shoots slow motion video, like these:
I got my new phone because I lost my old phone in the mugging. It’s more phone than I probably need, but I got mugged so I decided I deserved it.
My new phone did not tell me that it is Halloween, but it is anyway. Boo.
If one day it happens
you find yourself with someone you love
in a café at one end
of the Pont Mirabeau, at the zinc bar
where white wine stands in upward opening glasses,
and if you commit then, as we did, the error
one day all this will only be memory,
learn to reach deeper
into the sorrows
to come – to touch
the almost imaginary bones
under the face, to hear under the laughter
the wind crying across the black stones. Kiss
which tells you, here,
here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.
The still undanced cadence of vanishing.
Ten years ago yesterday, I started this blog as a means to document my imminent move to South Korea for my friends and family and whoever else stumbled upon it. It was initially called “Land of the Anxious Dog” for reasons I explain in my first post, which you can read here:
I should be packing
The site has gone through several visual changes over the years, but it originally looked (mostly) like this:
A lot has happened over the last ten years, and most of the bigger stuff (and some of the smaller stuff) has been documented in one form or another in here. I used to post much more regularly than I do now, but I’ve managed to post at least once every month, with the exceptions of May and June of 2008 and August of 2009. I think the blog was much more popular when I was in South Korea, both because of the content and because I was posting much more often –– I still get the occasional email from someone thinking of going to teach over there.
It’s strange that when I started this blog I was disclosing more than most people were on the internet, and now I’m actually disclosing less than most people are on the internet. In 2003, blogging was a relatively new thing, now everyone is sharing way too much about everything on the internet, and it’s made it all feel kind of stupid. I’ll keep this up, and I’ll link it to my Facebook page, but I have profoundly mixed feelings about what social networking is doing to the way humans interact. I tell myself that this is different than that, and it is in many ways, but in many ways it’s part of the same thing, but we’re all hypocrites to some extent so fuck it.
I’m not sure who I’m writing this blog for anymore, but if you are reading it then thank you for paying attention for however long you’ve been paying attention. I started this thing two months before my thirtieth birthday, so what you’ve got here is essentially a haphazard digital record of my thirties.
And yes, I turn 40 in two months. Crazy business, this life stuff.