Welcome to the archive! You found it, you clever thing. The first iteration of Highly Illogical was as a small newsletter, and then as a short-lived blog. I have included some selected posts from the past here. Some of them may have broken links or missing photos. Sorry.
In loving memory of Michael Malloy, the man who wouldn't die.
A story about bouncing back. Over and over and over again.
On Isolation.
A few thoughts on community, loneliness, and the use of “churned” in marketing.
A Dispatch From the Void.
I’ve been gone from here for a while. I have some thoughts about it.
Robert the Doll
Today I'm going to tell you about one of the most famous haunted dolls in the world, Robert the Doll.
Saga, Vol. 1
I can't leave my friend Beth's house, it seems, without at least one book in my hand. No joke, I have several piles of books I have borrowed from her throughout my apartment, and the amount of time it takes me to read the books she loans me causes me a lot of guilt and shame.
Especially in this case.
Possession by A.S. Byatt.
I’m going to recommend a book I already half-recommended a while ago. It’s a book about love and obsession and desire, not just between lovers, but also between an artist and their art or an academic and their research subject. It’s one of my absolute favorite novels, and I come back to it often. Today I’m going to gush some more about Possession by A.S. Byatt.
Big.
Adapted from Highly Illogical, Volume 2, Issue 3, sent on July 19, 2017
I'm writing today because there's something I need to say. A lot, actually. I'm writing today because I have so much to say that I have been stunned into silence for months, worried that if I began writing to you, my love, I would never stop. That I would die of dehydration at my keyboard, typing furiously, hoping to make you understand the way I have been feeling. Dear one, my greatest fear is that you will never understand me, not because you cannot, but because I fail to give you the opportunity. So I am here, hunched over my tiny laptop, legs sprawled across the bed, writing to you.
Journal Entries
Adapted from Highly Illogical Volume 2, Issue 2, sent on January 9, 2017
Good evening you gorgeous, dynamic, loved creature.
I write in a journal on the bus, almost every day. It's important to me to keep writing. The problem is no one ever reads it. Everything I write stays in my journal and gets gummed up in editing and perfectionism and nonsense. And, just me being a chicken. So here are some unedited passages from my journal. I chose them, but haven't messed with them. This is hard for me, but I'm doing it.
On Generosity
Adapted from Volume 2, Issue 1 of Highly Illogical. Sent on October 23, 2016
I would like to be more generous with myself. Note that I don't say *to* myself. I've spent a lot of time over the past few years getting comfortable with who I am, what I want and what I don't. A big part of that process was learning to say "no". To cancel plans I didn't want to keep, to delete all the dating apps that were making me miserable, to back away from toxic people and situations. There is a lot of power in no, and knowing when to say it makes me feel like an adult.
Your Spooky Valentine
Adapted from Volume 1, Issue 11 of Highly Illogical
The ghosty thingy this week is a little bit more abstract than just a ghost story. I hope you don’t mind if I get a little philosophical.