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If one could make a career out of getting distracted, I would be a goddamned millionaire.

My dad has been gone for two years. robweychert.com/writing/guide-…

The day will have a typically slow start, so you’ll still be catching up on news and e-mail when your sister calls late in the morning. You’ll expect her to ask if you can make it down from Brooklyn to the Jersey shore where your family is vacationing, mostly out of a genuine desire to see you, but partly out of playful sibling rivalry: your absence from a family gathering makes you the lesser child.… See more →

It is a very, very good thing no one can hear the lyrics I invent and sing to myself when I’m alone.

Dear Frances Bean Cobain,

First of all, it was lovely having lunch with you, even if you did get a bit confrontational at the end there. I’m glad I woke up before I could rebut, because a cooler head has shown me that your assessment of my taste in music, if incomplete, was remarkably astute. Dark themes, deceptively simple songwriting, played loosely but with discipline. You kind of nailed it. And even if you didn’t,… See more →

Very, very sad we lost our little friend yesterday, but glad she passed comfortably at home. Rest in peace, Sweeps. instagr.am/p/Ln4OFqBMwP

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I miss you.

Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes! One more year until I’m a prime number again!

If I knew the exact day I fully understood what a waste of energy it is to resent others’ good fortune, I’d celebrate it like a birthday.

As of today, I have lived in Brooklyn longer than I lived in Cambridge.

Personal statistics fascinate me, and in the information age, I’m collecting a ton of them. Last.fm keeps track of what music I listen to and when I listen to it. Letterboxd does the same for movies, and the tagging system I’m using within it tells me how the movies were formatted, where I watched them, and more. Goodreads and Instapaper keep tabs on my reading, Foursquare and Tripit chronicle the details of my travels, and… See more →

Fare thee well, long hair. We both knew it couldn’t last forever. At least we’ll always have this: youtube.com/watch?v=z5iBzS…

Inspired by Daniel Markovitz’s Harvard Business Review article “To-Do Lists Don’t Work”, I have been “living in my calendar” for a few weeks now. While I’m still a long way from becoming as productive as I’d like to be, I’m definitely getting more done, and I’m also getting a clearer sense of my capabilities (read: my ideal productive self may as well have been born on Krypton).

In a nutshell, my (evolving) process works like… See more →

Dear Cosmos,
May I have my dad back, please?
Best,
Rob

“I think things are going to be different from now on!” – Me, on the rare occasion that I accomplish a meaningful task

Feeling very, very cynical today. About pretty much everything.

Dear Elderly Woman From My Dream,

I can appreciate your frustration. There you were, undertaking a civic duty that was not even yours, trying in vain to remove a massive tree branch from the road so that people like me could pass through your neighborhood unimpeded. You were not expecting some guy to come shrieking around the corner on a bicycle, much like I was not expecting to have my path suddenly and fully obstructed… See more →

Over three years ago, I won my first air guitar competition in Philadelphia. It had more of an impact on my life than I ever would have expected, introducing me to a bizarre and joyful underworld of free spirits who forced me to reevaluate what it means to experience music.

A few months later, and not entirely coincidentally, I accepted a job offer in Boston at what might be described as competitive air guitar’s above-ground… See more →

As of tonight, @ChamberMonster has been putting up with me for six years. Everyone should buy her shots.

It’s been a year and it’s still not real. I miss my dad so much.

As of today, I have been an official resident of Brooklyn for one year. I shall celebrate by spending $20 on an ice cream cone.

At my father’s funeral, I met many of his friends and colleagues who knew me from the @usairguitar videos he proudly showed them.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I miss you.

Enjoyed Birthday Beer Friday maybe a bit too much. Ended the night by banging my knee on the coffee table hard enough to go a little blind.

Thank you everyone for making this the best internet birthday yet. I hope your enemies get paper cuts!

Wish I could have watched True Grit with my dad.

Pondering the appropriate beverage to pour out for a guy in the sky, taken today before his time. Rest in peace, Jake.

If change is the only constant, why is it so hard to become the awesome person I want to be? (No pep talks, please.)

Happy birthday, Dad. I miss you.

Involuntarily reliving the worst day of my life in prose. Being an artist is overrated.

Five years ago today, @ChamberMonster arrived in Philadelphia and changed my life for the better. Somehow I haven’t scared her off yet.

Writing a eulogy.

Thanks to Hollywood, every facet of the grieving process is already fiercely clichéd, so on top of it all, you get to feel like a hack.

Fitful sleep is a doubly cruel symptom of distress. It gives you so many extra chances to wake up and realize you’re not dreaming.

Amazing lightning tonight. Heaven is welcoming someone special.

Is my singing getting worse or is my self awareness improving?

Bidding tearful farewell to childhood remnants I just can’t justify holding onto anymore.

Right on schedule, I have reached the Doubt stage in the process of upending my life.

Today is my last day at Harmonix. I am moving to Brooklyn, NY in August to do my own thing. Details and a new site coming soon.

Thank you all for the birthday wishes. You've made this day a bright spot in my relentless stampede toward death.

Conversations with quiet people always find me filling the gaps by saying stupid shit. My fault? Their fault? Fundamental incompatibility?

Updating my impressive portfolio of bad decisions.

Of the many primitive, naïve aspects of youth culture, the ones most worth holding onto are fearlessness and joy.

Why can't I be drunk all the time? Everything resonates.

The unfortunate side effect of this utterly magnificent night is being at a total loss for how to properly describe it.

Realized today that I was a more prolific (if lower quality) writer (creator?) when I didn't really have an audience.

Inspiration, I love ya and all, but we really need to work on your timing.

Seeking the intersection of "have to" and "want to".

Getting excited about this year's creative possibilities. Keywords for productivity: momentum and manageability.