There are some who call me...Tim

An outlet for ontological insecurity.

~ Wednesday, May 15 ~

~ Tuesday, May 14 ~

"That’s what Game 7, in overtime, is. It is regret, waiting to happen."

~ Monday, May 13 ~

"On game night, the massive parking lots of the Coliseum don’t seem so hopeless. The Islanders are the only major American sports franchise dedicated to one mostly homogeneous suburban area, which gives the pregame festivities the feeling of the world’s biggest block party. The previously ironic “We are all Islanders” is not just the parking lot signage; it's now seen on hats and T-shirts. These people really are all, unmistakably, Islanders."

"Having reverence for Fitzgerald's novel isn't the same as having a grip on it."

~ Friday, May 10 ~

"Some people come up expecting to win. We came up hoping not to lose. Even in victory, the distance between expectation and results is dizzying for both. The old code remains a part of you, and with it comes a particular strain of impostor syndrome. You have learned another language, but your accent betrays you."

~ Thursday, May 9 ~

“ If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promise of life, as if he were related to one those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament”—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.

— Gatsby

"We resist Grimes and are happy to see him fail, because it’s like he’s trying to reach through the TV screen and shake us out of our happy reverie. Leave us alone, Grimes!"

~ Wednesday, May 8 ~

Yes, please.

"This is a photograph that will torment us in our dreams. Quietly it tells us. Never again.”