A lot of time has passed since then, and I've done a lot of things. I've sold vacuum cleaners. I've tried to stop climate change. I've toured the country in a giant art car convincing people that corporations aren't people. I've worked at a family restaurant with animatronic toucans, a balloon artist dressed in a monkey suit, and an in-restaurant pool. It was the pride of Sandy, Utah. But it wasn't enough. I still wanted to be a writer.
So I went for it. I quit my day job. Literally. I sat in my sweatpants and I started writing. Specifically, I started writing a novel, something I feared I would never actually do. The novel started with a Youtube image of a man floating in a clear blue ocean, and it morphed into a story about freediving, pregnancy, and mountaintop removal. I was as shocked as anybody. Then I wrote other things. Short stories and personal essays and weird humor pieces about Dostoevsky. I sent them out into the ether. I waited.
And as I waited, I started this website. It has three parts. First, it's a blog. About politics, books, art, whatever. Second, it's a place to house my work. And third, it's a confession booth, a place where I post a bimonthly question about anything I want, you send me your answers, I add mine, and then I make something from all of it. An essay, probably. Essay: meaning, to try.
I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't, that you mercilessly troll me until I give up on my hopes and dreams. I hope you read my stuff and confess in my booth and talk to me about what's going on in your own good brain. I hope that together, WE ARE THE INTERNET.