I started a diet this week. I’ve been on a diet since I was a young teenager, but last year I thought I had found The Secret.

I did this cleanse a year and a half ago. I figured out dairy was a problem for me. So I stopped eating dairy and I felt fantastic! I recommend the cleanse, you can check it out here.

A lot happened in that year and a half. I stopped eating dairy, and huge changes whirled around me. The sort of changed that I knew would normally have tipped the scale. Yet I wasn’t ‘dieting’ and I was still staying the same.

I was SURE I had found The Secret.

Only where did these ten pounds come from? Damn. Back to the diets.

Yesterday I was reading this woman’s essay about addiction. She was determined for the first time in her adult life to give up pot. She wrote this piece early in the process–day 5? day 8?–and she was raw. Raw and powerful.

Here’s what she said:

The only way to quit is to never quit quitting.

There is it.

You and I might find The Secret to some thing we’ve been struggling with. Maybe it’s a new way of looking at it. Maybe it’s in a book, or a flash of inspiration on the road to Damascus.

Only after a while, the Secret wears off and it’s back to what it’s always been.

The only way to do it is to always be doing the thing you are trying to do.

The only way to quit is to never quit quitting.

There will be times when it’s easier. There there will be the rest of the times.

That’s no secret.



Monday Music

Happy monday people.


I had a kind of horrigying dream about spiders last night.

Have you ever read Gaiman’s Anansi’s Boys?

The spider is supposed to be a clever storyteller. Perhaps this is a sign that I shoudl start telling stories.

I can at least make a blog post. Start small, you know?

This last month I have started to listen to popular music again. the BILLBOARD HOT 100!!



Well. They are not actually that great of songs. Some of them are catchier than others. But they are new and they make me feel energized and young.

We went to a four-year-old’s birthday party this weekend. I brought my bluetooth speaker and the microphone that goes with it.

Little 4 year ole (Okay, he’s precocious) knew all the songs from the hot 100. So did his older sister and Veronica…

It kind of freaks me out to be enough on the grid that other people know the words to the songs I’m listenign to.


I’ve been so indie for so long that I wouldn’t expect to have any overlap.

But one of the benefits of accumulating experience (My term for getting older) means that I have a reservoir. If I know enough songs, some of them will evnetually overlap with the songs that other people know


How about that?