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’s 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 60’s, 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 fist fight that he and Bill Murray got into…

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.