Today the rule is you must write the next newsletter right after you get home from the bar.
The profiteroles were an out of body experience. I don't smoke but it's the type of thing that renders weed superfluous.
You would think the older you get, the less you cry
but really the older you get, the less you expect.The earth is dead
but the sky is alive.
I got some comments on the last newsletter, the one on friendship. There isn't enough language around friendship which is why The Banshees of Inisherin is a gift, inclusive of the mutilated fingers.
If you want to talk about the relationships you dream about then I am a fish gutted everyday. Each morning a new episode of wanting things you can't have, or forcing your brain to rewire to what new sun will god command to rise before I wake?
Unrequited feelings are a rich canvas for a baseline state of self loathing. When sublimated correctly it turns into self discipline. It's never a good idea to turn a friend into an instrument of lust. Julian Casablancas is a nepo baby which is how you know to never listen to him.
Bittersweet backdrops ordinary life.
Ordinary grief follows you into bed,
plunders your dreams,
now wake before it bites!Ordinary war is the devil in your heart,
anything tastes good to desperate eyes,
now spit and rinse!Ordinary fear is losing someone still alive,
dying before your dreams are born,
should you stay or should you go?Ordinary love is a neighborhood friend,
laugh until your eyes get wet,
close your mind and hold on to the morning
I've started erratically posting noodlings on work (brand, content, strategy, building a startup) to LinkedIn, figure an unfortunate hobby like poetry should at least contribute to my long term career moat. There's enough repressive regime in my blood that I'm not compelled to be a full time art type. (Save the journalists though.)
Lately Emily and I had a little public sidebar on my local bar going on the blockchain. There's an app, Blackbird, that markets as a digital loyalty card but you're punching an NFT instead of a paper card.
Most times I forget to check in.
Turns out you don't need an app to be a regular when... you're already a regular. Gifts need no contract for magic.
The secret to being a regular?
Well, just keep showing up.
love love love. (and T! sweet T!) So much goodness throughout; too many lines to highlight. "Gifts need no contract for magic." Thinking a lot about spontaneity in friendship, especially when it comes to reaching out (is there an asymmetrical pattern re: who does it?), especially especially when the most beloved people live in different zip codes and time zones. And spontaneity in conversations with strangers: how they give me such a deep joy in the possibilities of our world for something besides destruction. (Yesterday: convo about matcha and producers and quality at a wonderful bubble tea spot.) (Nondairy as the preset offering, LOVE & BLESSINGS.)