August 2020

I’m at a low boil pretty much all the time now. I think the past three weeks or so have been a little better, but I’ll still sometimes catch myself snapping at Leah over something impossibly trivial, or throwing my hands up in disgust and falling into a prolonged funk at the slightest annoyance. This week’s Republican National Convention, a substance-averse cult gathering which kept Hatch Act experts busier than ever, didn’t help. With the… See more →

Sweet, dumb, fun. No more than I needed from it, and no less.

Pizza acquired. Bill and Ted imminent.

So sad to hear Vern Rumsey is gone too soon. I was a latecomer to Unwound, but finding them was a revelation. RIP 💔 youtube.com/watch?v=EBq55Y…

How did you know, cuz I never told. #quarantunes

As you may know, this song hails from Minnesota, which is no coincidence, because today is MN native @meganborn’s birthday! Let’s celebrate by listening to the Jets and gazing at enormous butter sculptures. 🎂✈️🧈

As of yesterday, I am officially no longer a New Yorker. I couldn’t find the words but I put some down anyway. v6.robweychert.com/blog/2020/08/m…

In the spring of 2001, a friend and I drove up to New York on a Friday night and were waiting for Skeleton Key to take the stage at Brownies, a deliciously grimy rock club in the East Village, when we got into a conversation with some locals who were curious about our native Philadelphia. “I went down there to visit a friend, and, like, what is there to even do there?”

There’s actually plenty… See more →