I somehow got cited as being one of the Detroit area’s “most influential independent journalists” in Metormode today, alongside Curt Guyette, of the ACLU, and Steve Neavling, of Motor City Muckraker, both of whom do fantastic, serious work. I’m not sure why I was selected for this honor. Maybe I was meant to represent all of the less serious blogger types out there, who just keep swinging away year after year in hopes of occasionally landing a punch. Whatever the reason, it was nice to be included alongside Guyette and Neavling, and to have my contributions, such as they are, acknowledged. I just wish that I’d talked a little less about blogging in my underwear and the fact that it’s my OCD that propels me.
Here, because I know my mother and grandmother will like them, are a few of the photos taken of me for the article by the great Doug Coombe.
For what it’s worth, I didn’t just come out and say to the article’s very talented author Patrick Dunn, “Hey, Patrick, guess what I wear when I blog,” immediately followed by, “I blog in my underwear.” I wasn’t trying to be outrageous or titillating. I merely mentioned it in response to his question about whether or not I considered myself a journalist. I think I said something along the lines of, “No, I blog late at night, after work, after my kids are asleep, when I’m in bed, just sitting around in my underwear reading the news.” I just mentioned it to illustrate the fact that writing about politics and culture was something that I did once my workday was done. I wasn’t, as some have suggested, purposefully trying to fill your minds with images of me sprawled across a bed in a thong, typing away about the various crimes of the Snyder administration with one hand, while sexily stroking my luxurious silver beard with the other. Regardless of my intention, though, I’m sorry if I ruined this site for you by putting that image in your mind.
As for the stuff about my OCD motivating my work, maybe I was exaggerating just a bit. I do think, however, that anxiety and depression motivate me… Or, to put it somewhat differently, I can’t imagine that I’d be sitting here in my bed, sexily writing about life in Ypsilanti for hours on end each night, especially when there are dozens of episodes of Columbo available online, if it weren’t for something being wrong in my brain. That sad truth of it, all joking aside, is that I feel compelled to post things here, and I feel an incredibly amount of guilt and anxiety when I don’t. I know it’s not healthy, but at least it’s a compulsion that sometimes serves the greater good, and I’m OK with that. It’s a hell of a lot better, I think, than checking door locks for hours on end, which is what I’d probably be doing otherwise.
I’d like to say more about the piece, and what Patrick chose to include from our hour and a half long interview, during which I talked about many things other than underwear and mental illness, but I have to go now and make a new header for this site. “A bright spot in an otherwise bleak media landscape,” is just too good of a quote to pass up.
One last thing… I am truly grateful that my work here is appreciated, and, as much as I like to indulge in self-depreciating comments and the like, I am truly proud of some of the work I’ve done here over the years on serious subjects that effect all of us. Hopefully I can keep it up for a long time to come.