Weeknotes: August 10–14, 2026
Timothy Monger Timothy Monger

Weeknotes: August 10–14, 2026

Monday, August 10 

The strobe flicker of pre-dawn lightning tattoos the bedroom wall. Esteban gives a small cry from the foot of the bed. I welcome the stormy morning and put on Nina Nastasia's The Blackened Air. While its gothic melancholia soothes the kitchen, I brew coffee and gaze out into the still-dark morning.

Before work, I play my guitar to see if anything is in there. I write a couple lines to something simple in G Major, but it feels too straightforward and vulnerable. Where is my cape of abstraction?

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Weeknotes: July 20–24, 2026
Timothy Monger Timothy Monger

Weeknotes: July 20–24, 2026

Monday, July 20

Five years ago today, I moved to Ypsilanti, Michigan. I had already spent a couple days trying to get my apartment set up, but July 20 was the night I made it official. After a long day, I drove over to my friend Ashley's birthday party out near Ford Lake, knowing afterward I could just go home and crash in a place that was all my own. I've made so many friends here — these have been some of the happiest years of my adult life.

At seven o' clock, I walk up to Wax Bar and meet J & J for a celebratory cocktail. The Alan Parsons Project is playing on the radio — there are maybe seven or eight other patrons. I sip my mezcal negroni and gaze out across the alley, watching a woman stop and smile in front of the pet store. The shop cat must be lounging in the front window. 

Walking back from the bar, I meet on our well-traveled street the family of my neighbor Matt, who announces as we pass "this is my family!" I reply just as vaguely, "Hello, I'm the neighbor, two or three houses down." Poking out of my mailbox is a signed copy of Robyn Hitchcock's second memoir, Stranded in the Future.

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Timothy Monger Timothy Monger

Weeknotes: January 19–23, 2026

Monday, January 19

I dream intensely, though when I wake, I can't remember any details. While the dark recedes, I stand with my coffee at the window, watching a snow squall whip down the street. Today is Martin Luther King Jr. Day — no work or school, though I end up devoting time to both.

In the afternoon, I drive into town to buy ink cartridges for my printer. Arctic winds shoulder my little car as I try to stay in my lane amid the blowing snow. Minutes later, sunlight pierces my dirty windshield — it's a day of extremes.

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Best of 2024
Timothy Monger Timothy Monger

Best of 2024

I enjoy the self-reflective tone of the year’s end. I spend some time taking stock, reviewing my past goals, looking at what went well, what went poorly, what surprised me, how much I changed, where I traveled, who I met, what I made, and other observations that left some kind of imprint on me. All of this helps me move into the new year with a certain measure of confidence and optimism. Assembled here is a Top 40 of personal highlights, ranked in no particular order.

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Weeknotes: October 7–11, 2024
Timothy Monger Timothy Monger

Weeknotes: October 7–11, 2024

Monday, October 7

I get a notice from the Ypsilanti Library that my MelCat order is ready for pickup. They've shipped Leif Enger's Peace Like a River up from the Monroe County Library for me. I finish reading Virgil Wander before bed so I can swap them out tomorrow and continue my Enger journey. The weather is turning chilly and I have a head cold — exceptional circumstances for good books. The Tigers rebound from their weekend pummeling to win Game 2 of the ALDS and now the series is coming to Detroit. I stand at the kitchen cupboards listening to the ballgame, feeling ravenous. It's feed a cold, starve a fever, right? I wind down the evening editing a series of short essays I've written about Ann Arbor for the library's bicentennial project. 

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Weeknotes: September 30 – October 4, 2024
Timothy Monger Timothy Monger

Weeknotes: September 30 – October 4, 2024

Monday, September 30

On Saturday I sent Islay to spend the night with my parents while I took a day trip to Grand Rapids. When I got home to my empty house, I felt so distraught without her. Today I make sure she gets plenty of attention. Pets take up such emotional volume. I sit on the couch with her binge-watching the Americans while working on a magazine layout project for my design class. 

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