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Came across my 2007 high school newspaper, something I don’t think I ever read before. It’s trippy reading this after reading my 2007 prompts from English class. I could barely shape prose, but these writers were surprisingly good. I knew a lot of these kids too, but now I see them through their writing. V weird.

Here are the writing prompts from my Senior Year English class. I wrote a typewriter essay on this in more detail here, and am considering re-answering these throughout the year.

1. What is the difference between a civilized person and a savage? Which is more natural? (9/12)

2. What are your plans for senior year? What do you hope to achieve? (9/13)

3. Why do

My mom waited her whole life for the Rangers to win the Stanley Cup, and when they did in 1994 I cried. I was rooting for the Canuck’s because they had a funny name. She had my dad take me out of the room. Now, 30 years later, a Rangers<>Canucks Stanley Cup is cooking.

I told the editors that if we hit 200 drafts by Wednesday, I’d show up to our weekly meeting in a suit with a green screen (to match a meme of me as a weatherman). At 10 pm, we were at 198. Then we got 7 more in the last 2 hours (205 total), so I had to live up to my bet.

Made another bet: if we get 200 published articles, I’d wear a horse head to

Found out that my late grandfather had a typewriter but it was thrown out. It totally makes sense that after computers became mainstream (say, 2000), there was no conceivable future where a typewriter would ever be useful. (Yet, I spent $647 of my $650 in birthday money on a 84-year old typewriter in 2024). The utility of a typewriter in this day a

Pre-birthday night. The decorations, the streamer with letters on string over mirror. Festivus! Company on Saturday. Have I earned the right to relax tomorrow? I’ve been feeling endlessly behind.

After dinner, Andy and I stopped by a bookstore that was next to St. Mark’s Comedy Club. Unorganized, lots of underground poetry, ended up getting “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” and a preface to Plato. I asked the guy if they had any Ed Sanders (his Tales of Beatnick Glory shaped my sense of history of this neighborhood). They had that same book, signed,