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Another Year of Boxes

Another Year of Boxes

an attempt at spatial and self-awareness


box.

my room has been a special kind of mess for the last couple months. i went drearily into the holidays thinking it would be a great time to pull everything out, take stock, reorganize, and shed dead weight. i didn’t really unpack last year - just found nooks for all the odds and ends i’d moved from Chicago. not unusual, really.

i reorganize and put things in boxes to relax. it makes me feel like i’m accomplishing something, even though i’m mostly just shifting it around. backpacks with pockets inside of the pockets, carrying cases, storage solutions - i can’t get enough of them. especially if they’re modular or stackable like a fucking megazord.

there are things i’ve had in boxes for years that i’m super excited about. as long as i have literally any other thing i should be doing instead - which all the time, apparently - they’ll be there forever. when i get something new, i play with it for an hour or two and put it in its container. i’m usually hoping i’ll be motivated enough to dig back into it later that night, or tomorrow. but it’s found its place among the things now.

doing anything without the promise of measurable personal improvement or forward momentum these days has felt challenging and unearned. it’s a dumb metric to measure by, because who cares? maybe enjoy your free time, bozo? i’ve got a lot of free time, and i spend a lot of it feeling bad about spending my free time.

anyone who knows me knows i love a good video game. slam dunk! but what i really love is the idea of playing and enjoying a game. the fantasy doesn’t factor in the attention span requirement or nagging feeling that putting off Real Life Stuff™ does. as soon as i’ve finished a game’s tutorial and get a sense of what the next 8 to 40 to 120 hours might look like i get stressed, beeline it to a save point, and turn it off for maybe be the last time. movies and TV are slightly easier in this regard. episodes don’t have nearly the feeling of commitment, nor does an hour or two. but i haven’t been watching as much as i used to, either.

once i drop whatever it is that day, it’s just another gently used, someday thing. it gets a nice little spot in the boxes. and those figurative and also absolutely literal boxes have started feeling especially crowded.


it’s officially been a year since i moved to Minneapolis. the year’s good day count was off the charts compared to the better part of the last decade, and i’m immensely grateful for that. i met new people! some of them are sticking - it’s all you can ask for. i started dating again with a motivation i haven’t had for a good chunk of the decade. it’s been okay! i made a new best friend. i leaned on my friends a lot. i love my friends. it gets kind of crazy to think about how there are people in my life now that i think about every day that i didn’t even know existed last year. it’s rad, and scary, and reassuring when days feel grey.

i’m trying to be thankful for people no longer in my orbit. i’m continuing to learn things about myself, like how i’m the kind of person who would rather have a kool-aid-man-esque hole in my memories and a bad aftertaste than feel like i’m spending energy on someone who doesn’t return or appreciate it. it’s OK - i’m very flawed and i am absolutely not everyone’s jam. but it hurts when realization recontextualizes things you held close.

my days mostly don’t get too dark, but there are some where it’s not so easy to smile and look forward. it’s reassuring to know it’s not just like that for me. i’ve got an appointment with a brain doctor in the hopes of figuring out why mine fights me. i’m eager to become a version of me who doesn’t interrupt myself 17 times to get through a task or thought process. i’d love to not feel guilty spending time doing things, especially if those things seem like they could be a lot of fun. it would be nice to have clean dishes because i took the time to load the wash because my room was already clean because i wasn’t laying on the couch wondering what i should do that feels like it can be accomplished. i’ve got so many neat things in boxes that i’ve just been waiting to dig into, man - let me at ‘em! please.


the nice thing is that it is easy to get excited thinking of all of the new things i’m gonna get to put in boxes this year. i love putting things in containers. i’m good at that. new music, things to laugh about, things to feel, people. it’s fucking neat.

i thought it would be fun to put together some semblance of a year’s end list, but ranking things so definitively doesn’t feel as fun as it used to, and narrowing myself down to 2022 only would be too restrictive for my grazing preferences this year. instead, i’ve worked on packing some things i’ve been thinking about or did or consumed into different storage solutions. i asked my talented, sweet, and best friend Ben to provide some visuals and he absolutely crushed them. let’s unpack!


backpack.

the Backpack

i packed this one with everything i keep with me. front of mind. on my person. chances are if a day has gone by, i’ve thought about everything here at least once.

The 1975 and Being Funny in a Foreign Language

Kyle Bosman’s Twitch streams and Delayed Input

giving my friends hugs and telling them i love them

Charli XCX

the Steam Deck

marijuana

the Synthstrom Deluge

Mountain Dew Spark Zero Sugar


tstak.

the DeWalt® TSTAK®

i bought an absolute boatload of these bad boys last year before i moved. these are the guys that stack like fucking megazords. they lock into each other with latches. you can put together all kinds of combinations! this is where the good stuff goes, especially stuff that i’ll be going back for more of.

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON

Apple Music Sing

Poker Face

The YouTube App on TVs Letting You Check Out the Comments, Finally

CONFESS, FLETCH

Accutane

SOUTHLAND TALES

new albums from Caroline Polachek, Westerman, and more

HITMAN World of Assassination

Reese’s Puffs Minis


donate box.

the Donate Box

it doesn’t always feel very fun to talk down on things, especially when some of them are perfectly fine and just Not For Me. there have been a lot of those things these days - yes, don’t worry, i know it might just be me! but these are things that just didn’t really stick with me or that i could just do without, outright, thank you.

GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY

floaters

The Rehearsal

having to ask for a straw at McDonald’s now

AVATAR 2

Buffalo Wild Wings

BULLET TRAIN


unpopened box.

the Box Sitting There, Unopened

lastly, not at all leastly, i’ve got a bunch of stuff in here that i’m gonna be digging into, or digging into more.

Andor_

learning to sneeze through my nose

Paul T. Goldman

Collective Soul

The Last of Us

soldering

The Simpsons


hey, you made it! i want to give a full, proper shout-out to Ben Briggs for drawing the lovely art guiding this jumble of thoughts.

he’s a

for me, personally, he’s been a truly sweet force of good, helping me think about things when i need help thinking about them the most. he means a lot to me. thank you, Ben!


lots to be happy about. lots to work on. lots to look forward to. thanks for being here.