Eric Dovigi
Bio
I am a writer and musician living in Arizona. I write about weird specific emotions I feel. I didn't like high school. I eat out too much. I stand 5'11" in basketball shoes.
Twitter: @DovigiEric
Stories (71/0)
How To Make An Album No One Will Hear
Step One - Take Piano Lessons Because Your Mom Says So You’re sitting at the piano. To your right are about twenty-five or thirty expectant faces. Bored fathers, calm mothers, fidgety siblings. Your own mother and brother are in the front row, smiling encouragingly. Your brother’s already had his turn. He’ll come away with second place this year for his rendition of a much-simplified Can-can by Offenbach.
By Eric Dovigi2 years ago in Confessions
Find Your Past In A Pair of Scissors
This is the story of how I found my past in a pair of scissors. Time flies. We’re driving through the dark, coming down through Virginia and into North Carolina. Behind us is everything I have ever known: my Canadian childhood veiled in snow, lake water, fog horns, river locks, the warm scents of Italian food, the click-click-click of my grandmothers’ sewing machines.
By Eric Dovigi2 years ago in Motivation
Higher Education Screwed Me Over. Twice. Here’s What I Learned.
Here’s the story of how higher education, aka Academia, aka the Degree Mill, screwed me over twice. The lessons I took away are simple. The predictions I’ll be making are obvious. The insights I’ve gained, I could have told you before this all happened. So am I a better, wiser person after all of this? Hell no. Just tireder, and poorer, and ready to vent about it for your reading pleasure.
By Eric Dovigi2 years ago in Education
Where's Your Toe?
Shopping for Shoes If there is one thing I absolutely, positively, 100% can’t stand to do, it’s buy new shoes. I don’t know why, but the thought of walking into a Target and heading for the shoe section makes my heartbeat rise and my palms sweaty. I must have had some kind of bad experience as a kid which I’ve since blocked out of my memory. Probably waiting endlessly for my picky older brother to decide on a pair that he liked. When I do buy new shoes these days, which is never more often than once a year, I grab the first pair that is 9 ½ and buy it. I definitely do not try them on. My mom’s standing over my shoulder in my mind’s eye: “Try these on Eric. Try this pair. Oh, how about this pair? Test it, Eric. Walk around a bit. No, farther than that. Where’s your toe? Is that your toe? Are you sure? Where’s your toe?”
By Eric Dovigi2 years ago in Earth
