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Day 1 of Couch to 5K! /cc @bigmediumjosh

This morning’s beard.

This morning’s beard.

1. Marvel at someone’s creativity/productivity.
2. Realize they are young.
3. Anticipate their inevitable decline.
4. Cry yourself to sleep.

There are no lessons in cynicism.

Recently realized my longtime Twitter bio, “Slow learner,” is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Time to try something more optimistic.

Yesterday marked nine years with my @ChamberMonster. We celebrated by both completely forgetting the anniversary.

Yesterday was awesome. I spent the entire day in the kitchen with my favorite person, designing, cooking, eating, and listening to music.

We lost my dad four years ago today. v5.robweychert.com/writing/guide-…

You may laugh at how easily I burn, but a healthy fear of the sun is one of the greatest gifts I’ve received. youtu.be/o9BqrSAHbTc

Had blood drawn without incident (usually there’s incident); got a bandage to make me look like a tough guy army man.

Confirmed that I gained weight for the first time since I stopped growing. I guess that’s why I’m going through soap so much faster?

As a teen, I wanted a UPC barcode tattoo, as, like, a commentary on consumerism, maaaan. What was your teen tattoo?

Today is the day I finally gave in and started using an umbrella against the sun.

Time to put the grief to work.

If being wide awake at 4 a.m. is the new normal, I’ll take the old normal, please.

Publishing a eulogy that couldn’t possibly do its subject justice is apparently the moment I finally completely lose my shit.

We lost the wonderful @chloeweil this week. Let me tell you about her. v5.robweychert.com/writing/chloe/

After politely listening to one of my diatribes on the untapped potential of music metadata, Jeremy Keith introduced me to the work of Chloe Weil in the fall of 2012, specifically Sound of Summer, which dynamically collates the songs that soundtracked her summers dating back to 2001. I was fascinated by the project, but didn’t get around to actually meeting her until Jeremy introduced us in person a year later at Brooklyn Beta, and we… See more →

I don’t know how to process @chloeweil’s passing, and I desperately want it not to be true.

Feeling sick.

Solid Dude Day epilogue today with @iamrumz, heavy metal, booze, and pseudo-intellectual conversation. Psyched to have awesome friends.

The smell of vinegar spilled on a supermarket floor unexpectedly whisked me back to a university photo lab in the nocturnal summer of 1998.

Thanks for the birthday wishes, folks! This year I learned that June 3 also gave us the incomparable Linda Belcher. youtu.be/MDceovq1rbY

Every time I document my travel plans in excessively meticulous detail, I know my father is still alive.

Yours truly, age 16. Ladies.

Today I have health insurance coverage for the first time in four years. (Don’t tell my mom – it’s going to be a Mother’s Day gift.)

Aawwwww shit!

HEALTH INSURANCE ENROLLMENT SUBMITTED

Repeating mistakes in real time.

You guys, this belly button lint thing. I don’t understand it. How do my shirts still exist.

Wide awake after an evening sugar crash nap. Time to stare into the darkness and ruminate fruitlessly for hours on the mind–body problem.

For 2014: Fuck idealism and its sibling cynicism. Highlight what needs improvement, improve it, and don’t expect things to change overnight.

Eight years ago today, I met my @ChamberMonster on the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I did not yet know that it was the best day.

The problem with personal responsibility is all the self-loathing.

Today marks three years for me as a Brooklyn resident. Am I a New Yorker now? Or do I have to have someone throw up on me in the subway?

Passed a high school graduation ceremony this morning and got genuinely excited for the students to leave it behind. Fuck high school.

Thanks all for the birthday wishes! I’m en route to the Lego Store with my favorite person, so the day is going pretty okay.

My apartment was professionally cleaned today, and it is bittersweet. Everything sparkles and ultimately all I can do is ruin it.

Let’s hear some good mom stories. I’ll reprise the story of the time I literally put my mom in stitches. v4.robweychert.com/editorials/200…

Had the best time with my Australian cousins tonight. It’s a shame it took us this long to meet, but I’m so glad we finally did.

So much sadness and anger this week, and still so much work to do. Have to keep moving.

Doing everything wrong.

Insomnia. Managed to get to sleep about an hour before it was time to get up. At least I got in some good reading.

Since my Valentine is in another city, this Shamrock Shake will have to do.

Anyone else have altar boy flashbacks when they hear iOS’s “Chime” alert sound?

Sometimes I am genuinely impressed by how quickly and arbitrarily a bad mood can emerge and completely take over.

3:30 a.m. Wide awake. Time to write.

Happy birthday, Dad. I miss you.

Seven years with my @ChamberMonster. I am a lucky duck.