Best Of

Occasionally, my brain will spit something out, and I’ll read it afterward and think, “Hey, this isn’t terrible.” If I’m in a particularly optimistic mood (usually achieved by listening to too much Springsteen and eating baked goods), I’ll start to think that what I’ve written is sort of brilliant. And if the baked goods are really wonderful, and “Born to Run” is playing, then I’ll get totally deluded and start whispering “I am a literary genius” up until the song is over, at which point I realize that there’s frosting on my shirt.

I believe that Socrates called this “The Creative Process.”

Here are some posts that I’ve written that I thought were pretty damn good. At least, I thought so during the four minutes and 32 seconds in which I was serenaded by The Boss. If you are new to the blog, this is where to start. And if you think these posts are utter crap, well … they might be. Or maybe you just need a better soundtrack. And a cupcake.

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  • He asked me if this photo of him as a kid looked like him.
...
Me: Hold on. (Scribbles on phone.) Yes. Now it does.
  • Downtown Flemington is obviously haunted but still super charming.
  • I can't deal with this. #toocute #babytequila
  • Philadelphia in the snow is breaking my heart.
. . . . 
#snow #Philadelphia #independencemall
  • Finally got to meet Niko. This is the closest I came to getting a clear shot of the little squirmer.
  • It's snowing here in Philly and we're trying to keep warm.
  • He's never not cute.
  • Walked through the Italian Market in Philly because Rand had never been, and encountered a bunch of guys who were dressed like Burgess Meredith and quoting lines from Rocky. No, for real.
  • He fell asleep on his hair on the flight over and asked me to fix it.
  • I couldn't resist.