Deadline? Oh really?

Last night I watched an episode of a show called White Collar. Not really my thing but engaging enough to follow along while slathering myself in coconut oil (not weird), and having a casual evening conversation with slightly future me about tomorrow, which is now...

A story about Shuki.

Do you know Shuki? Shuki is a plant. Not the kind that spies on you. The kind that grows. Shuki is not just any plant. He’s a special kind of plant. Special because of what he is (a money tree!) and because of where he lives (at the Playground!). Did you know?...

Everything has a counterpart.

I’ve been on a mission to find one thing in each day and make it slightly less sucky. Not big, meaningful, important things. It’s more like finding some small bit that’s grating or jangling. And then removing it. Replacing, rewriting, adjusting,...

What’s The Point.

Me: Hallloooo? Who doesn’t want to write this post? Is it the topic? Or is it that you don’t want me to write any posts? Voice: What’s The Point. Me: Oh, there you are, constantly-discouraged me. Voice: Don’t call me that. Me: What do you want...
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