Haley Nahman's newsletter from yesterday was a magical coincidence. I mustered all my strength to not write coincidink a la Andy Samberg in Brooklyn 9-9. I had planned to send this newsletter a few days earlier but her take on reading diaries. I don't keep a diary in any organized fashion but I guess that random notes on devices and stationary count as a historical documentation of my embarassing thoughts. Not sure what my publishing them voluntarily, very much not-yet-dead, means.
Also, I left the intro that I wrote intact, but it was painful to not edit it. I need to be kinder to myself.
Zilch. Zippo. Nada. Not a single one since my pre-election meltdown. Has anything happened since? Yeah, kinda. But was I able to write about it? No. Why?
Because I failed.
I started this one about a thousand times. I kept notes on the street, in the kitchen with oniony fingers, in the bathroom, in the daze of sleep. Yet, I’ve sent exactly as many UTBC newsletters as you’ve read: zero.
I started doing this to think less and write for myself more. But I got caught up, ruminated about it and stopped writing for myself.
Well, as Google maps has yet to tell me to go fuck myself after a wrong turn, I too will not be too harsh on myself.
Eh, it was 2020. Fuck it.
I’ll dump my notes here, almost unedited, and start fresh. I won’t commit to doing the UTBC newsletter once a week, but maybe I just did.
—> Links at the end:
The most riveting story of pasta, complete with FOIA requests, the Sopranos and Big Pasta.
Can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot copy shit
One of the most common things I hear at jobs is "show me a company that has done something similar".
Is that not a clear deterrent to doing something new? If we need proof-of-concept for everything, isn’t that the opposite of like, creating something?
I called myself a marketer. Ew
As a marketer, I am prone to arrogance. Or the other way around. I make assumptions about a multitude of things on a daily basis, and they range from the reasonable to the unfounded. I think a tagline or an ad script will work perfectly in convincing my customers to buy, subscribe or like. The truth of the matter is that I'm wrong a bunch of the time.
I wrote a joke, maybe
Hear me out. Remember the Mayan calendar that said the world will end in 2012? Long story short, typo.
This tweet
This was pretty much all one note. The fuck’s wrong with me?
It bothers me to no end how bad I feel about being content with my life in 2020.
It's hard to try and be profound, even if you feel profound. Did I do an impostor syndrome?
I have a hard time interacting with old people.
It's the first time that I know of that everyone just wants to go back in time (circa very late 2020)
Why is it so hard to live through history?
For a moment I supported monarchies, maybe
In watching the crown at first sight all the formality looks ridiculous. But consider the 6th of january 2021 and the events at the Capitol building. And then the past five years. Would pageantry or formalities or tradition be helpful to the US?
Short and bitter
Nixon left for less.
One in Greek:
Μπροστά από το Κόρα, παραμονή Χριστουγέννων.
-Ντουμπάι με μάσκα, απαπαπα.
-Στην Ελβετία τη χρειαζόμασταν όμως, είχε κρύο.
Απροβλημάτιστες ριτς μαμάδες, με κομψότητα που δεν τη σταματά η μάσκα, τιτιβίζουν ανά ζεύγη.
Γράφω αυτά στο μοναδικό κινητό που αναγνωρίζει ως γενέτειρα του την Κίνα. Κι ας είναι όλα φτιαγμένα από τα ίδια υλικά, όπως τα πάντα.
KonMari-level anxiety
Why do I do this to myself? Why do I keep appliance boxes even though I hate them so damn much? Is it worth it to look 5 years into the future to moving out of the house etc?
you know what's really really hard? Presenting positive in a professional setting. I really don't enjoy being negative anywhere, but especially at work. Not only because it must suck to have to work with me on those days, but because it feels like a tremendous dead end, having negative feelings towards work.
what a hot take, dude
I declare the word unprecedented dead, even for literal use. Journo's, find another word.
basic catdad realizations
Having cats is by definition and design a love/hate relationship, on both sides. you both recognize that you wouldn't necessarily choose each other, but here you are and you still love each other.
can we all recognize that the upside down smiley is a sign of suicidal ideation and act accordingly and lovingly to each other?
What's with bumping food and saying cheers? It feels like the YouTubers made it up. Also, cheersing is not a real word and cheers is not a verb.
I’ll stop there.
If you made it this far, you for sure deserve the most fascinating story that involves pasta I’ve heard of. The great bucatini shortage of 2020.