welcome to the crib
take an imaginary cigarette break
There is the performative type of grief like Taylor Swift's I can do it with a broken heart, and the passively aggressive type like Thom Yorke's Fuck you, this is all I got, and there is the type where you wake up and stare at the sun streaming through the blank space beside you and all you have to offer to your crowd of none or like ten at best is here i am. A meekness that feels anything but weak.
Welcome to the crib
More on the inner mind for paid subs at the end. Otherwise, a house tour today! Redid the webbysite!
I get an impulse to redo it every 6-12 months usually with no plan in mind except a subconscious bubblegrunge theme. It always comes out less grunge more bubble which feels a bit like I did when I received my superlative at UT's business camp for high schoolers, friendliest camper, the moment where my coolness met the gates of death.
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If you click through on desktop you'll get the easter eggs but if you like to have no fun then keep scrolling for my best Beck Bennett Architectural Digest home tour.
First, a water break.
Now - here we have our hero section with no CTA above the fold because it's impolite to welcome your guest with PLS SIGN UP FOR MY_____. Instead we have the Oregon sky and the symbol sea, come inside, have a drink.
H. took this pic of me at dinner in Fort Greene. Normally I'd be self conscious in front of a film camera but H. and I have been having dinner together for 10 years now so hesitance melts into ease in front of her.
In this next room we have the window into the office. There's a link to my most popular piece. I wrote it when I got covid in 2022 and spent the weekend on the couch blogging instead of blobbing.
I do like the principles bit, happy with how those are clarifying. You could click into my studio/consulting page though that needs some work. A wide diversity of clients makes it hard to package-ify what I do but I'm working on it. (Imagine asking Pedro Pascal how he sells himself to an indie film vs Lucas Films, on the same landing page!)
This room you should be familiar with. Thanks to Secret Granola Club members for helping me keep the lights on.
So this is the experimental room, the one that leads into a secret bookshelf behind the trick wall. Skin Contact Press didn't exist until it did, thanks to people like Todd Allen Rutledge (Gowanus Print Lab) and Marco Velasco Martinez (Espacio Pino Suárez). I'm bubbling on ideas for this fall's zine for club members. Planning on taking a Japanese bookbinding course for it, thanks to your gracious funding.
This here is the fake poetry hallway mainly as I was out of fuel to string the rest into coherent sentences.
People are often surprised to hear about my education which could offend me but on the other hand when you are underestimated... they never see you coming.
The work experience for those interested but mainly because I needed somewhere to honor my first baby, Currant.
Thanks for visiting.
And thanks for leaving so I can take a quick sleepy break.
A meekness that feels anything but weak...
Imagine your sadness sitting in a chair in the basement with a cigarette and a beer. The scene is not romantic to be clear.
For Secret Granola Club members - read on for cigarette break interlude continued, a day in the indie life, operationalizing side projects, GPT tips. If you join today ($5/mon or 50+/yr, send me your address and I'll send you your painstakingly joyfully handmade welcome card. (contains gold!!!!)