When I was a high school kid, I was told My Bloody Valentine’s album Loveless would change my life. So I went to a record store in Georgetown, found a copy of it in the used bin, and went home to listen to it with some friends. “Those are guitars? Sounds like a vacuum cleaner,” one of my friends smirked. I couldn’t help but agree. Years later, MBV’s album has become one of my favorites, and also one of the most influential albums on my own music.

Everything in moderation, including moderation. I’m not sure who said it originally, but my father-in-law is the one who mentioned this to me. Overindulgence is such a funny game. On one hand, it’s a mirror of addiction principles. The first bite of something sweet, the first toke, the first sip, whatever it is… is usually the best turn you’ll take with the indulgence. After that? It’s just an action repeat, on loop, until it’s impossible to continue.

I put on some old records that I enjoyed in my high school and college days the other day. I wanted to introduce some of these bands to my son. Now admittedly, it had been a while since I had listened to these albums. They could be described as: punk, emo, punk pop, ska, etc. I still know every word, and even the track order of most of the albums.

+++ title = “10” date = 2018 +++ I get confused and amused at some vegan and vegetarian recipes that show up on the internet. Usually it’s some kind of listicle about going meatless, some kind of challenge to get people to get less animal products, or sometimes less carbs. Examples: White bean meatballs, no cheese cheeseburgers, eggplant bacon, cauliflower rice, etc. I’m not against eating more vegetables or less carbs.

For a long time, I didn’t care much about getting a haircut, or cutting my nails before they got really long, or shaving every day. I actually got pretty upset if someone told me I needed a haircut… like, actually, I don’t need your shit. And then, at some point in my mid-20’s, I became hyper-aware of my body. If my beard got just a little too long, it would become unbearable and scratchy and if I was out at dinner I’d rush home to shave it.