Quarantine Blog, Day One-Hundred and One

Well. Here we are. It’s 11:15 on a Friday night, and we’ve reached the final day of dailies. It’s been one-hundred and one days since I was laid off from my job, and I had nothing better to do but start a blog and talk about how the little things in quarantine were annoying me.…

Quarantine Blog, Day One-Hundred

You’re probably thinking wow Micah, one hundred days of quarantine, and things are finally turning around. That’s a fine thought. But also, let’s take a moment to remember that we’re still living in a pandemic. People are still dying in droves. We’re not out of the woods just because outdoor seating at bars are open…

Quarantine Blog, Day Ninety-Nine

Tonight at midnight I’ll be painting a street for three hours. Don’t worry, it’s in coordination with a special project. I promise. And this isn’t the kind of “secret project” that people tell you about so that they can take your money and run away to some island in the West Indies. It’s one that’s…

Quarantine Blog, Day Ninety-Eight

The rain only dropped on the brim of my hat, avoiding my glasses, and keeping my gaze clear to see the clouds rolling over my head. Casting the road, in a beautiful grey. That one brought old memories. Those old grays and blues. I’ve told you about them before. Lying in the grass, my jacket…

Quarantine Blog, Day Ninety-Seven

Where has your mind gone, you ask yourself as you lie awake before the sun stars to rise again. You think, maybe I need to pee. You stop yourself, and move on. Thinking that you’ll hold it for later. The cats will need feeding in an hour or two anyway. Try to sleep for now,…

Quarantine Blog, Day Ninety-Six

My father had expressed to me his curiosities before. About religion, and life, and love. I watch as he continues to learn, and tries to better himself. He tells me what books he’s liked. And I pretend that I’ve been reading them. . Happy Fathers Day. . . . Micah Mabey

Quarantine Blog, Day Ninety-Five

As An Artist “The role of the artist is to make the revolution irresistible.” TONI CADE BAMBARA “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” PABLO PICASSO “To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail, that failure is his world and the shrink from desertion, art and craft,…

Quarantine Blog, Day Ninety-Four

I cracked open a New Yorker again, we haven’t heard that name on the blog for a bit, I know. It was the June 8 & 15, 2020 issue. “The Fiction Issue” they called it. Full of fiction stories, by writers that you know, and should know. Immediately, I was taken by a piece from…

Quarantine Blog, Day Ninety-Three

No. 93 turning to the long long road down through water while soft light provides dark shadows on brown eyes and sugar from windows . . . Micah Mabey

Quarantine Blog, Day Nintey-Two

One hundred days is coming up. And that’s the day that we’ll call it. Because, god, it’s time to call it. After only missing a single day in the whole thing. It’s hard have kept it up like this. I’m struggling with what to say at this point. Maybe it’s felt like this since day…

Quarantine Blog, Day Ninety-One.

It was not Black Lives Matter spirit week. We are still going through with this revolution. But it’s hard to stay on track, when issues are arising all over the world. Tensions between North and South Korea are boiling and erupting. China and India are gunning down the others lives. We’re still dying by the…

Quarantine Blog, Day Nintey

after emma goldman If I can’t dance to it, it’s not my revolution, but now I’m learning to swing. . . . A Trumpian Insult To insult with extreme, but unfounded gravitas; with intent to delegitimize. a definition by Micah Mabey + Kristen Lea Stewart. . . . Micah Mabey

Quarantine Blog, Day Eighty-Nine

Welcome To Another Exciting Episode of Today On The Internet. On today’s episode, we meet a man on Facebook. He’s about six feet tall, totally balding, and loves baseball. Oh, also he doesn’t believe that systemic racism exists. In case you think that it’s over; there are still people saying “all lives matter,” and “if…

Quarantine Blog, Day Eighty-Seven

In “8:46,” named for the length of time that the cop had his knee on George Floyd’s neck, Dave Chappelle turns his usual comedy on its head, throws it out the window, and transforms his stage into a pulpit. Through Netflix’s comedy hub on YouTube, Chappelle released a sobering half-hour performance on Thursday night; one…

Quarantine Blog, Day Eighty-Six

Today is a warning post. And it’s because I’ve been staring at this screen for twenty minutes as the sun softly sets, and I can’t think of anything else to write. I’m here today to let you know what the future holds for this blog. We’ve only got a few days left. Less than fifteen,…

Quarantine Blog, Day Eighty-Five

Yesterday took so much out of me. It took me most of the day to work through what I’d call that op-ed that I wrote on my brother. Today I spent some time researching where I could send it to maybe get it published, but it was overwhelming. I still almost felt wrong trying to…

Quarantine Blog, Day Eighty-Four

My Brother Zach Got Arrested and I Watched the Twitter Video While getting ready to open a beer last Friday evening at Susan’s house, there came a buzz from my left front pocket.  It was my brother, Zach, FaceTiming me.  I answered the call and was immediately met by hundreds of faces and backs of…

Quarantine Blog, Day Eighty-Three

I did my first interview of quarantine today. A forty minute phone-call with my brother, who lives in Detroit. He told me the story of the cities on-going marches. And how he got arrested for peacefully protesting. And that’s going to take some work to get done right. Because, god, there’s a lot to say.…

Quarantine Blog, Day Eighty-Two

We’ve all seen the news. Fires in D.C, Chicago, New York. Closer to home in Kalamazoo, Grand Rapids, Detroit. There are, however, moments that have brought us more joy than anger. The movement is making strides. Change is happening. And it won’t stop so long as we keep fighting. . That being said, today I…

Quarantine Blog, Day Eighty-One

I’d like to make this platform one that we can share. There is not a widespread reach here. It’s mostly not escaped my own circle. My own community. But I know that if we keep up the work that we’re doing here, it has the capability. If you can get me in touch with people…

Quarantine Blog, Day Eighty

Everything that you’re about to read is directly from U.S. Press Freedom Tracker @uspresstracker “OUR LATEST DATA AS OF 9:30PM ET JUNE 4 *300+ total press freedom incidents* 49+ arrests 192 assaults (160 by police) 42 equipment/newsroom damage Assault category breakdown: 69 physical attacks (43 by cops) 43 tear gassings 24 pepper sprayings 77 rubber…

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventy-Nine

You think things are going back to normal. You wake up and brush your teeth.  Take a shower. Start coffee.  Then sit on your couch. Get on your phone. Scroll through Twitter. Post by post, And remember in horror that everything is shit. You remember that you’re neck hurts from the nights sleep. You remember…

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventy-Eight

When countless people around the globe start to rally for a cause because it hasn’t been fixed at home is how you know they are not what they so often claim to be.  They are not the greatest country in the world. They are children wearing suits and ties, and bullet proof vests. They are…

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventy-Seven

If You Want To Be An Ally You Have To Do More Than Post A Black Square. Educate Yourself. Some Places To Research and Donate George Floyd Memorial Fund Reclaim the Block Minnesota Freedom Fund Campaign Zero Unicorn Riot Black Visions Collective Know Your Rights Campaign Communities United Against Police Brutality American Civil Liberties To…

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventy-Six

An Update On Yesterday’s Blog: The Black Lives Matter peaceful protest, that was set for the streets of Traverse City this coming Saturday, has been canceled. After numerous threats to the hosts of this event online, they decided to make the hard call. I happen to have a few screenshots of the words that were…

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventy-Five

There’s a Black Lives Matter protest at the State Theatre in a week from today. Saturday, June 6, 2020. Starting at noon on Front Street. I’m not the one organizing this event, but you can bet your ass that I’ll be there, and I’ll be documenting. I won’t share your face if you don’t want…

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventy-Four

God, what do I even say today. After everything that’s been going on. What could I say that hasn’t been said by people more intelligent than me. By people more well-versed than I am. People that have more right to talk about it than I do. I’m twenty-one, working on a college degree, living in…

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventy-Three

rose pink pedals scattered along/empty streets becoming full againcoffee cups in trash cans/where it should be recycling binsfootsteps echoing the sidewalks/car mufflers making too much noisetakeout as a salvation/hiding behind windshields by the wavespicnics by the water/restaurants being a scarea heartbeat grows loud/with rightful unrest . . . Micah Mabey

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventy-Two Part Two

There’s something to say about having some potted little plant children sitting around your space. Something to give your attention to while you don’t have the great Public to keep you entertained. Inside in the safety of your home, keeping you company on even these rainy days that cloud your vision, are those small green…

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventy-Two

I can’t explain it. I don’t know how it happened. But I’m fully disappointed in myself. Yesterday was May 27th, 2020. It was the first day in seventy days of quarantine that I didn’t upload a blog post. The only other day that I haven’t written one was all the way back at the beginning,…

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventy

I won’t use this platform to complain about the sun’s heat. Her beautiful rays of light shine with such beauty that we can hardly comprehend it. Though, I wouldn’t mind a large plot of shade during the mid-afternoon illumination that is beginning to happen every day. Noon to four right now. Those are the Hot…

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixty-Nine

Nice. . . . (I think I earned this. You’re allowed to disagree. You would be wrong though.) Micah Mabey

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixty-Eight

It’s been maybe the most exciting weekend since the start of the self-isolating project that most of us have been working on. It was about time I got off the couch and further than the woods surrounding the house. . Saturday I got to spend the morning and afternoon volunteering downtown at the Sarah Hardy…

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixty-Seven

There are a few things that I miss more than others. Dancing to songs that I didn’t know, in crowded side street concert venues, while everyone around was just half dressed humming along and spilling beer. Watching credits roll as the lights go up in the theatre that had been dark for the last two…

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixty-Six

I’ve tried. Really, I have. It’s only in the last two weeks that I’ve fallen behind. Up until then I’d read every article from every New Yorker for the entirely of the quarantine (more or less.) But it finally caught up to me when I got sucked into the world of Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere. All…

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixty-Five

What do you think that I should write about today, the sun asked to the stars, And the stars said back, just me, I’m here, and there’s no point to worry more. The sun said – no, for you’re far too familiar, we talk all day and night and there’s nothing new to you. The…

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixty-Four

Today I sat on the sun and it held my hand, imagining my surface, telling me not to leave. The Earth below me asked me not to go up. Not to grow up. Both wanted to put scars on my feet. They didn’t mean to. It was just the sorry accidents from the unhappy attention…

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixty-Three

Andrew Garfield has a monologue about an hour and forty minutes into Aaron Sorkin’s The Social Network, from 2010. Where he spits in the face of Jesse Eisenberg and the entirety of his version of Mark Zuckerberg’s Facebook infrastructure that’s been build while his character Eduardo is away in New York City. If you’ve seen…

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixty-Two

I think that I earned myself a break today. But I’d hate to miss a day. So there are still words. Though not so many. . . . Micah Mabey

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixty-One

There’s a cemetery on 8th Street. Most, if not all, were names that I didn’t know; outside of one that I recalled from a statue in town, as is usually the case with a cemetery. There wasn’t much for us to do other than walk and talk. Maybe stop and stare at a gravestone every…

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixty

My brother Noah’s old hammock is perfectly split between a green and a near purple-blue. It’s what I’ve been using to keep me suspended in the air since the spring-weather hit. Since my orange and black one got lost in the summer of 2018 and I’ve gone hammock-less since then, it’s nice to have something…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifty-Nine

It’s May 15th and Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005-2008) has found it’s way onto Netflix. You can bet that I’m on finishing up episode six and starting up episode seven as I write this blog out. I’m just as hooked now as I was when I watched it the first time as a kid. Just…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifty-Eight

I couldn’t tell you the exact date. Sometime over six years ago at this point. Outside of Stage Door for the Old Town Playhouse. 8th and Cass, Traverse City, Michigan. It was autumn then. My brother and I had just finished rehearsal for a show that I’ve written about before. (Read it here.) Above us…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifty-Seven

Wes Anderson graced the living room television screen again today. This time playing Grand Budapest Hotel; the first time I’ve had the pleasure of watching it through. For the past five years of hearing about the film, and slowly working my way through Wes Anderson’s repertoire, I thought that Dev Patel was one of the…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifty-Six

I’m finally reading my first Neil Gaiman book that isn’t Coraline. I’ve read a few of his short stories before, and I’ve been watching his MasterClass this past week and a half. Of course, I’ve been reading his blog for the past few months too. Since I’m technically on “summer break” from college, I have…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifty-Five

I had a little update conversation with a friend today. He’s been around for a while now, since senior year of high school, really. We’d kind of known each other before that, but just in passing. He and I actually double-dated our way through our senior Prom with our at-the-time girlfriends. Dinner at Gorgenias, pictures…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifty-Four

When I was sixteen, I thought it was a good idea to change my name. You know, to be an actor or a writer I thought I had to have a more interesting title to my life. That’s what happened in Castle, staring Natan Fillion. Before the mystery novelist turned semi-homicide detective, Fillion’s character Richard…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifty-Three

Today was a sort of full day. Starting out, I woke up to feed cats as they walked all over my face, begging for attention. Good start, right? Then, to coffee – black. Because I love to burn my mouth first thing in the morning. Finally, I got around to the actual reason that I…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifty-Two

I had the pleasure of seeing some good friends friends today. Don’t worry, we kept quite a large space between us; as the social distancing dictates. The few of us stopped by another friends house, keeping outside the whole time. On their front lawn they have a sign that reads “You are now entering the…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifty-One

Governor Whitmer has extended the shelter in place order to match the current state-of-emergency date. This isn’t the first set-back. And hell, it might not be the last. So what are you going to do about it? Are you just going to sit around and do nothing? Because if that’s the case, I gotta say,…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifty

I’ve been struggling for words. There’s something that I feel as though I should say for this big day. Something fantastical and grand! But there’s nothing there. Nothing to surpass any sort of expectation that someone may have set by now. After fifty days, you can’t be surprised. I’m not. So I hope you liked…

Quarantine Blog, Day Forty-Nine

I used to do this dopey little news show on the internet. For a while it was called “Stinko News,” then I changed it to “A News Show, A Show About The News.” The original name brought a lot of confusion on what exactly was going on. And I never really felt like it was…

Quarantine Blog, Day Forty-Eight

Okay! It’s high time I do something like this. Even during a pandemic-based quarantine, there is plenty that you can be doing to support your community. There’re things to keep your mind occupied instead of thinking about the void. We’ve been in this long enough that we’re all adapting. Come on in and see what’s…

Quarantine Blog, Day Forty-Seven

How long do you think I can stare at this black cursor as it blinks repeatedly on my screen? It seems that it’s a little longer than I like. After all, it’s taken me thirty minutes at least to get these few lines out of my head at all. To be fair, I have also…

Quarantine Blog, Day Forty-Six

I started writing a new script. The opening scene has one of the few characters submerged in a bathtub in the middle of his backyard. That was all that I really had in my mind as I began writing; that image. The plan is to go page for page with a friend of mine. For…

Quarantine Blog, Day Forty-Five

Yes, it’s almost midnight. Yes, I may have forgotten until just two minutes ago when I was about to be in bed that I had this little daily project. But it is NOT past midnight yet. So as long as I can get this out in the next half an hour, I’ll be okay. Fortunately,…

Quarantine Blog, Day Forty-Four

“How does the Gold melt into the waves? Night after night I watch it happen, but every morning it comes back around and reforms itself into a ball in the sky that seems to float from an invisible source. Like the birds that fly alone, I ask myself these questions. What is that Gold?” These…

Quarantine Blog, Day Forty-Three

It’s been raining all day. Clear blue from the sky, as if the gods from every religion have been letting tears seep between their blood-stained fingers. Their fingers that are scratching at their corneas as they try to block out the dying sun that is the entirety of humanity and our colossal f*ck ups, time…

Quarantine Blog, Day Forty-Two

It started with a fire. Summer of 2018. Everything that was left could fit in the back of my car; a few outfits, a guitar, and some of the readings from my bookshelf that managed to evade the flames. From there, I remember driving to the water, tuning my guitar, and playing until my fingers…

Quarantine Blog, Day Forty-One

The Space One Alright. Here we go. *taps monitor* Is thing thing on? It’s me. Mick. M-Mantey. Uh. Mick Mantey. I’m streaming to you from…somewhere? I can’t tell. I took a star. Then a second. This one to the left. I could tell that much. But somewhere past the fourth asteroid, I lost track of…

Quarantine Blog, Day Forty

Wow, would you look at that. Day forty. What does that mean other than less than fifty? That’s going to be the one that really hits anyway; fifty. Right now we’re just in the little middle-ground that stands between us and a solid piece of gold. Well, not gold. It’s not fifty years. Though at…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty-Nine

Through everything, the sun is still shining. Even though the news makes it seem that the clouds are dark and covering the world. I’ve been trying to spend less time on the social media apps these past few days. Not to necessarily do much of anything else outside of staring through the window. Or at…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty-Eight

Tonight there is no intermission. There is no curtain bows. The line from the concession stand isn’t being made a mess from spilled gin and liquor. The Green Room isn’t splattered with crumbs, and the dressing rooms aren’t coated in any makeup. There is no meet and greet where we all feel uncomfortable and try…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty-Eight

I’ve been watching the show Umbrella Academy, on Netflix. A show based on a comic book series from Dark Horse, originally written by Gerard Way and illustrated by Gabriel Bá. On Netflix, Ellen Page, among others, play adopted children to a mad scientist/eccentric billionaire named  Sir Reginald Hargreeves. He raises them as students in the,…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty-Seven

Tonight I’m watching something old. Well, maybe not so old. 2013. Summer through autumn. The Old Town Playhouse production of Les Mis. My first main-stage show there. The first musical that my brother and I got to do together. The show where I met Liam Curtis and Hunter Bell, who remain two of my closest…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty-Six

Today I have nothing to say. My space bar isn’t working, and it’s annoying to try and type anything at all. Today I have nothing to say. The snow came down, and I felt that same blue and grey. The one that I’ve written about before. Today I have nothing to say. I’m sorry, I’ll…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty-Five

I spent a while last night with some bourbon and an old script. Sitting on the blue and yellow covered couch, re-imagining and revising an idea from two years ago. One that reminded of sunshine and old friends. The people that were in my life when I was working on it. Faces from Grand Rapids.…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty-Four

It took me until today to realize that my voice has lost stamina. I got to play my first game of Dungeons and Dragons with my friends of the quarantine. We used Facebook chat. Britton’s mic went out, Katie had technical difficulties, and I had to pee twice. Liam wrote a good session, none-the-less. Most…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty-Three

There’s a new thing going on right now. The One World: Together At Home Special. It’s like a big ol’ variety show of education, comedy, and music. Headed by Lady Gaga, in partnership with the World Health Organization, it’s got faces and voices of people like Billie Eilish, John Legend, J-Lo, Elton John, The Rolling…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty-Two

Tonight I got drunk off of cheap gin, and expensive beer and watched Rian Johnson debut film Brick. A 2005 neo-noir mystery film starring a younger Joseph Gordon-Levitt, after 3rd Rock From The Sun but before Dark Knight Rises. The film stemmed from Johnson’s obsession with Dashiell Hammett’s old novels. Those classic hardboiled detective stories.…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty-One

There’s a bridge in Brooklyn where I’d like to plant an apple tree. Not right on top of it, of course. That wouldn’t work so well. The air is certainly too thin or maybe filled with toxins. Grass doesn’t grow on cement suspended sky-bound, anyhow. No, instead, maybe I’d just like it to be somewhere…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirty

For My Buddy Norm. . I think that I’ve maybe forgotten. Through the mist and smoke. Through the drinks and long nights. Through the thought that maybe my star-gazing days are a haze, and I’ve been struck dazed and confused. Now the wall-sized window of my living room is a television screen, leading to a…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twenty-Nine

I finally spelled quarantine right on the first try. In other news. Everything is terrifying. The unknown of it all makes me shake in my socks, the ones with holes in the heels. Kristen and I just had a brief conversation, brought on by a “Talk Of The Town” in the most recent New Yorker…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twenty-Eight

Today I killed an hour cooking Smash Burgers. I coated them in everything good. Inspired by Glendale Ave’s video from Instagram, and reminded by the Boardman Review newsletter, volume four. It was one of the best things that I’ve had the pleasure of stuffing down my throat since the start of this quarantine. It only…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twenty-Seven

I’ve been dreaming in browns and dark blues; as streaks of light emanate from the windows, and sound busts out of the television. . I caught up on last night’s Saturday Night Live this morning; an “At Home” edition. Or Saturday Night Live At Home, if you want the full title. It was good to…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twenty-Six

I’ve been hearing a lot of sass about this new order. The one where we were told that, for the sake and safety of all of those around us, we should stay away from the Great Public and maybe not put our boats in the water yet. But I say, why not? Put your boat…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twenty-Five

Twenty-five days in. What have we learned in twenty-five days? We’ve learned that without social interaction, Micah (that’s me) goes a little stir-crazy. But let’s be honest. At any point in any day since the dawn of time, I’ve been at least a little stir-crazy. Maybe it’s just that I’m always feeling a little restricted…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twenty-Four

A friend told me the other day that they were jealous of the way that my life seemed in this quarantine. That the fact that I have the time for self-discovery and looking outward, instead of diving into my own self and sorrow was making them envious. But I wanted to set a few things…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twenty-Three

There’s not much to be said about a day like today. I spent most of sunup sitting at my desk, working on coursework. Or sitting in the sunbeams reading the New Yorker. There were a lot of distractions from my phone. Text messages, Instagram messages, YouTube videos, news articles. Countless notifications. Never a bother; most…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twenty-Two

There are moments of time in my life; streams of energy that can’t quite be categorized by the nature of words. There are memories that are sharp enough for me to find, but hazy enough to be definable by emotion rather than imagery. The blue and grey walls of my bedroom in Grand Rapids, with…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twenty-One

Today is Bill Hershey’s birthday. As I write this a bunch of friends and I sit on a Zoom call to celebrate him. Sons, daughters, and friends of the Hershey’s from all around the country. Portland, Chicago, Ohio, Northern and Southern Michigan. Everywhere but the East Coast, as far as I can tell. And I…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twenty

Ten twice. The sun has risen and set on this household twenty times since this whole thing has started. It feels like yesterday was ten, and the day before I was celebrating my friend Nolan’s birthday at Little Fleet. But in reality, I haven’t been able to see people now in almost three weeks to…

Quarantine Blog, Day Nineteen

I remember when I was a little younger I asked my father if we were Jewish. He grew up around the Catskills, after all. And spent some time essentially living at a sleep-away camp for Jewish kids. Though, I knew by looking at myself in the mirror that, of course, I wasn’t even close to…

Quarantine Blog, Day Eighteen

There’s a children’s book that my father used to be writing. He would read it to us when my brothers and I were younger. The Story of Rory, Where the Trafalaggs Played. It went something like this: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the land of Runtoogan, by the sea of Suntoogan, here’s the story of Rory, where the…

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventeen

Today I broke the glass doors of quarantine. Today I sat in the sun. To dream of the life that we had just a few weeks ago. Or a few months ago. It’s hard to tell when this feeling of dread really began. When it started, like a waterfall, to wash over me. Today I…

Quarantine Blog, Day Sixteen

Five times three. Today I partook in an online happy hour with my dear friends Tony and Lesley. They were cooking chili. Well, mostly Lesley was cooking the chili. Tony was drinking vodka with me through a video screen. I had a few gin and tonics. We caught up, talked about art, joked, laughed, and…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fifteen

There are museums offering virtual tours through their exhibits. Today I received a text from young Carson asking if I’d be interested in doing a walkthrough with him. After waking up at noon for the first time through this whole quarantine, it felt like it should happen. Like I owed myself to use this day…

Quarantine Blog, Day Fourteen

It’s been two weeks today. Two weeks since this whole thing began for me. It’s starting to truly normalize. Grocery runs are scare, and I’m careful to wash my hands and use hand sanitizer as often as needed. It would be spring break from college for me. I guess it still technically is, but it…

Quarantine Blog, Day Thirteen

Chevy Chase gets a bad rep. It makes sense. Since the start of his public career in the late ’60s, Chevy has managed to get everyone from Dan Harmon to Robert Downey Jr. talking shit about him to the public. There’s even a story about a fistfight that he and Bill Murray got into just…

Quarantine Blog, Day Twelve

I woke up with a hangover. It’s a Saturday, after all. The feeling in my body was a reminder to slow down. To take it easy during this whole ordeal. Today it felt like a day of just getting back into my own skin instead of floating around the cosmos that I hold just outside…

Quarantine Blog, Day Eleven

Today it feels like I have nothing to write. My mind is growing tired. It wasn’t a bad day. Not by a long shot. I listened to the radio. NPR had a story in honor of Stephen Sondheim’s ninetieth birthday. An interview from 2010. For his eightieth birthday. I took notes on his thoughts for…

Quarantine Blog, Day Ten

“Well,” I said to myself as I opened my living room window blinds this morning. “We’ve made it to day ten.” Double digits. My coffee is steaming as its sat on its window sill, acting as a coaster. My pink Tinlid hat placed next to it for when my unwashed hair becomes too much for…

Quarantine Blog, Day Nine

Nine days of typing it out, and I still can’t spell “Quarantine” right on the first try. I always want to add an “I” where there absolutely isn’t an “I” to be added. So that’s today’s struggle. And if that’s as bad as it gets, I’ll be content. I found a hill during my morning…

Quarantine Blog, Day 8

I’ve got two arms, two legs, two eyes that can’t see so well, and a shirt that I’ve sweat through from a simple walk outside. Today I went for a run around 9:30 in the morning, too. I was out for about an hour, listening to an episode of WTF with Marc Maron where he…

Quarantine Blog, Day 7?

I feel like I got a lot done today. But then I look back at the last twelve or so hours since I’ve woken up and I realize how…little I did compared to how much I could have done. With near unlimited time on my hands at this point (including the time that I should…

Quarantine Blog, Day 6

At the top of a hill, there laid a grey (almost beige) house, with a gazebo built next to it. On the side of the hill, coming down to the road where I was walking, was a set of hops growing. Wooden almost-fences kept them at bay so that they wouldn’t grow into each other.…

Quarantine Blog, Day 5

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow brings pace another post of me blabbering gibberish onto once blank lines. So, here I am. Today has been the best of quarantine so far. I can say that with pure truth. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s a Saturday? A day that I would usually be able to spend…

Quarantine Blog, Day 4

Well. Here we are again. I’m staring at this blinking cursor trying to think of anything to say. Today has been a wild day. I took my first trip to a supermarket since this whole thing started, and can I say that…it was not pretty. There were isles near completely empty, shopping carts toppled over…

Quarantine Blog, Day 3

Today is another day. I’m trying to remain calm, and not let my anxieties get the best of me. Today is a good day. It almost feels a little…ridiculous. To be writing this “blog,” or whatever. I guess it’s technically a blog but rarely do I see those anymore. Neil Gaiman actually is who inspired…

Quarantine, Day 2

As I sit here at my kitchen table, self-quarantined, in Northern Michigan, NPR playing in the background while I try not to over-focus on the negativity of the current state of everything while still fully understanding the gravity of it, I decided to fall into writing.