Matthew B. Peterson

I make thunder from my pants all the time but I haven’t observed any increase in productivity

Don’t Stream Fascism: Cancel Spotify

I'm canceling my Spotify subscription until the ICE ads are removed. Streaming hate is a choice and I refuse to fund it. #CancelSpotify app.sosha.ai/s/p4bVyWuK

The Flood It’s August in the late, hot summer of 1989, weeks before we start our senior year in high school, and we are sitting in my 1980 Honda Accord hatchback in Amy’s driveway, listening to Indigo Girls on ...

On the 1yr anniversary of Helene’s wrath, here’s my essay “The Flood” I posted shortly after that describes my experience during and after the storm and ties it together with other game-changing events of my life. May the healing continue.
nondrowsyformula.ghost.io/the-flood/

I get that. I always tell my clients to do their best, and that their “best” looks different every day, and is always good enough. So I think we walk the walk when we model that for them. Unless we’re gonna puke, in which case modeling be damned.

Me too- I did 3 consecutive virtual sessions today with a 101 fever and those last 15 minutes were like DURRRRR

The Opposite Shore As promised in my last series of posts, here’s the story of why I took a break from publishing essays due to turning my full attention to doing something really hard, to make something right. I’d been...

I’m back, fools. New host, new site, new essay. No politics. This one connects midlife sobriety, 1980s a/c, Huggies, Wayne's World, Watermelons, Cher, The Substance, Quincy's Big Fat Yeast Roll, and a certain beloved film that rhymes with Mirty Mancing.
nondrowsyformula.ghost.io/the-opposite...

THIS SHOOT. So influential on me at the time. You caught Natas’s unique way he moves and positions his legs and arms, almost as signature as Gonz. Even his hair slanted in its own way.

They put out a record so good they stopped because they couldn’t top it.

YAS and also no more calling anyone The GOAT and calling things iconic unless they truly meet the criteria. I can go on but those two are at the top along with your example.

Great point. Yet another way us slow-ass straights could benefit from spending time with gay friends.

I’m 53 today, and my prostate is “swole”, though that’s not the compliment that it thinks it is.

Thanks brother

Thank you bluesky friend, that was a kind thing to say

Six months sober today. Grateful, humbled, relieved, and still figuring it out. I don’t know all the right ways to live yet, I just know that wasn’t it.

Real talk: saying this to validate others who may relate: My first waking thought every day has been "What are we gonna do?" I don't see how this ends, I daydream about foreign liberators. I can feel that this is not good for a human nervous system. I don't want to hate like this.

Hear hear

I could take or leave his music personally but I can totally relate and celebrate the feeling of being so enraptured by an artist’s music, that it feels like their music was made for you. It truly is one of life’s greatest pleasures and this thread is giving me vicarious joy. Happy for you!

Yeah it means there’s a second bottle of wine open now and you are fixin to be Moonlighting all night long

Yo if you listen to the audio of Heather Cox Richardson’s Letters From An American, turn up the volume and listen to how hard the bass of her theme music slaps. It rumbled some dishware in my cabinets this morning. Literally, figuratively.

I think we all, too, have the 21st century breathing down our necks, Mr. Shankley.

That drum-playin, skullet wearin, hit-makin English bastard is fucking everywhere

Amazing reframe. Bravo.👏

The news is awful and people are garbage. Have a great weekend.

Qualitative research has shown that the #1 regret of older adults is not living more true to their values. #2 is not enough nachos. You’re doing great.

One is Urkel in a Pepsi commercial that aired during Live Aid, and the other is me in my very first church photo. Samesies!

It looks like if the Ronald McDonald gang were planets

Work it

Today is the 40th anniv. of the day my dad caved and gave me bday money 3 wks early to get me off the couch on a sunny July Saturday bc I was watching Live Aid all day- Rode my bike to the toy store, bought my first skateboard, got home in time to see U2 and Queen and my life changed immeasurably.

See what I mean? On this island by myself it appears.

I like that movie ok but ppl act like it’s scripture or something. I’ll tell you what though- don’t be like me and tell other college-educated white people that you hate Van Morrison because motherfuckers will wanna fight you on the spot.