J.E. Erickson's Blog

Scribble, scribble.

I made a Substack account the other week, and I regret it. You just can't go somewhere without being sucked into a whirlpool of what's essentially digital gang violence. People wear their stupidity like a badge of honor. And it's such a fad. It's not even real. Do you think people act the same way they do on social media in public and when camera phones aren't in their faces? No. We've become a society who prefers spectacle to objective reality because there's money in it. That's it. I can't...

I don't think that's how the rhyme went. The Olympics are over, and now my life must return to normal. Boo.   I buy myself a new pair of eyeglasses every two years. Ever since I managed to find a job that provides medical insurance, I make it a point to take care of my eyes. I come from a long line of glasses-wearers, and we couldn’t always afford them. All I could manage was a single pair to carry me through eight years of college because Warby Parker couldn’t have been bothered to start...

I watch people doing things in the snow.

General Update

Chilling in more than one way.

My brain is a radio. Not the digital ones we all have in our cars and bedrooms, but one of those brown boxes with the loose dials and bent antennas that need to sit on top of a pile of unread books to catch the staticky station between 91.1 and 93.7 FM. The sort that works best in the darkest spot of a cold attic. I really have no better way of expressing what it’s like in here, other than it's dusty and confusing.   Writing makes me feel as close to normal as I'm capable of reaching. It...

The eraser is your enemy.

A flop 30 years in the making.

Welcome to Autumn and a general update.