For my whole life, the compulsion to make shit—primarily, to write—stemmed from a childhood preoccupied with the fear of obliteration, with the belief that if I didn’t carefully document of all the thoughts and feelings and filaments of my interior somewhere, anywhere—in a Harry…
I’ve been joking with friends that you can practically smell the panic in the air, and it’s manifesting in a whole slurry of activity and obligations f…
Man, it feels like a million years ago since I sent one of these out even though the “calendar” says it’s only been “two” “months.” Allegedly! I’ve bee…
Wanted to wait until the news became official official, and now I can finally type out one very surreal compound sentence: so, I’ve sold my novel, and …
I had a whole regular post ready re: the digital economy for you below, but first of course we SIMPLY MUST address the new very dishy and controversial…
Having been a committed disciple of Yoga With Adriene for five years, I of course was legally obligated to read Texas Monthly’s profile of her dog, Ben…
With little else to unite us in conversation during a time of digitally-enhanced immediacy and isolation, I’m always obsessed with the mainstream heads…
Here’s a fun thing: Anne Helen Petersen and I are doing a live Q&A with the brilliant Terry Nguyen around the latest edition of her Gen Yeet newsletter…
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