Thanks for anecdote about your bedridden experience - this is gonna super weird, but in early april, I just came off brain surgery (in short, I'm largely gonna well and normal again in a few months if all goes according to plan and it's even getting better a lot already; I hope you can tell from my grammar right now even tho I just said "brain surgery" with alarming quietness). For me, it was 5 weeks or so of a similar experience. I was bedridden as well, and I could listen, make sense of things and respond, but words were are garbled - a type cognitive aphasia, I'm told. Luckily it's getting better, like I said, tho there's some work to go. Anyways, I've always enjoyed your writing, especially this piece, and I hope you keep it up - this was just weird, strange, and even serendipitous one to stumble across, I just had to share.
A brilliant piece. I share your belief; it’s no small thing to pause, behold, and then try to close the gap between the overwhelming mystery of another and ourselves. I’m so glad I found your writing this morning.
I really enjoyed this, Jeremy. I, too, had a weird month in bed though it had nothing to do with my head. In the sixth grade blood started pooling into my hip socket causing crazy pain and no one could figure it out why. I was in traction in the hospital for a week and then bedridden for another three weeks but otherwise it was great. We had wheelchair races and I read lots of Nancy Drew novels. Then the bleeding stopped and I went back to school and I discovered that no one really missed me, which might explain why I hate Geese so much. A knee-jerk reaction against things that are trendy and cool that the popular kids at school gravitate to. But it goes deeper than that. Geese strikes me as a band that people who don't go to live music like because they went to see Geese and are surprised by how much fun they had because live music rules. That's my take, which is as flawed as the inside job theory. I'm definitely guilty of "not doing the work" when it supports my worldview and this piece is a great reminder not to do that.
Great piece, Jeremy (I love that I had no idea where it was going, or how all those different ideas were going to flow into one another). Also, holy shit! Your bedridden, locked-in month sounds like a crazy experience.
Thanks for anecdote about your bedridden experience - this is gonna super weird, but in early april, I just came off brain surgery (in short, I'm largely gonna well and normal again in a few months if all goes according to plan and it's even getting better a lot already; I hope you can tell from my grammar right now even tho I just said "brain surgery" with alarming quietness). For me, it was 5 weeks or so of a similar experience. I was bedridden as well, and I could listen, make sense of things and respond, but words were are garbled - a type cognitive aphasia, I'm told. Luckily it's getting better, like I said, tho there's some work to go. Anyways, I've always enjoyed your writing, especially this piece, and I hope you keep it up - this was just weird, strange, and even serendipitous one to stumble across, I just had to share.
Wow, that’s crazy — glad to hear you’re on the up.
A brilliant piece. I share your belief; it’s no small thing to pause, behold, and then try to close the gap between the overwhelming mystery of another and ourselves. I’m so glad I found your writing this morning.
! Very much appreciate that, thanks for reading.
You’re consistently one of my favorite writers. Thanks for sharing your writing on Substack
appreciate you!
I really enjoyed this, Jeremy. I, too, had a weird month in bed though it had nothing to do with my head. In the sixth grade blood started pooling into my hip socket causing crazy pain and no one could figure it out why. I was in traction in the hospital for a week and then bedridden for another three weeks but otherwise it was great. We had wheelchair races and I read lots of Nancy Drew novels. Then the bleeding stopped and I went back to school and I discovered that no one really missed me, which might explain why I hate Geese so much. A knee-jerk reaction against things that are trendy and cool that the popular kids at school gravitate to. But it goes deeper than that. Geese strikes me as a band that people who don't go to live music like because they went to see Geese and are surprised by how much fun they had because live music rules. That's my take, which is as flawed as the inside job theory. I'm definitely guilty of "not doing the work" when it supports my worldview and this piece is a great reminder not to do that.
Fair enough… but I do think they’ve got something great going on, if it ever clicks.
Great piece, Jeremy (I love that I had no idea where it was going, or how all those different ideas were going to flow into one another). Also, holy shit! Your bedridden, locked-in month sounds like a crazy experience.