Had a great show. Thanks to everyone who came out. We have a residency: next one is March 29th. Be there or be sad.

Shakespeare is opening for us tonight.

It’s showtime tonight for my improv team The Cat’s Cradle Ensemble. Big times at the players theatre. Getting in the zone.

The idea about moving slowly but surely with the people around us and not giving into the technology or the solution’s needs is so sadly hard to believe it’s even possible. But look the Amish have been doing it for a while and it’s generally working.

Another gem from The Halfman newsletter, on misconceptions about the Amish’s relationship to technology.

Nobody is a winner on the bus. Yet we’re all comfortingly together on this heap of disappointment with wheels careening through the beer fuelled night. There’s no VR app for that.

—The Halfman newsletter

I’ve been waiting patiently for poetic bus musings, and it’s finally here. Most misunderstood and under appreciated American natural resource.

Syncing Dark Side of the Moon to The Wizard of Oz is so old hat. If you’re for real, sync it with something new, like Ozempic ads.

“The Beatles experimented with LSD, and that’s when they became, you know…”

Overheard outside my old Jersey City apartment from some young guy talking to his presumed girlfriend.

This is part of a series on my nomadic life following my divorce. Aside from the introduction, they can be read in any order. Blood spurted from my ring finger. A chunk of flesh was missing, scooped … Read more

I have negative ass; when I sit down, people around me get more space.

Sometimes I feel like I spend my life on knobs and dials.

After the fallout from my divorce, I was not able to afford an apartment for almost the entirety of 2023. Instead, I spent nine months couch surfing, living entirely out of a small, overstuffed … Read more

Customer service is a joke. Related: fuck UPS.

Moved a crap load of boards and pipes for a shelf into the apartment with my roommate. It’s not doctor approved, but I’m checking of “exorcise” for the day.

The manhattan Alamo has a VHS collection. The ghost of Kim’s Video poking out.

Astoria Boulevard from the train station.

You know when people say, “We can laugh about it now”? I had to learn not to laugh about it then.

I wrote an Architecture Decision Record to Use SVGs for icons for Lullabot along with some of my wonderful co-owners. I’m so happy this is not at all controversial in 2024.

I’m letting my beard grow out for the winter. Currently, it’s at the “curling up under my neck” phase. Something must be done.

Made a delicious lentil curry off my chef friend Kayla’s recipe.

My psychedelic improv team the Cat’s Cradle is playing the Player’s Theatre again March 1st at 9:30pm. Get tickets before time folds in on itself (discount automatically applied).

Apropos of nothing, I’d like a band called “Pesto Acropolis” to exist.

Things Unexpectedly Named After People wat 😦

Over the weekend I saw the Black History Month Check In Show, an evening of all black improvisation and one sketch. Such a funny show.

Artists compete with each other for status so fiercely that they often run out of ways to look more upper-class. So, a favorite maneuver is to adopt patterns from the lower class. But while they might wear clothes designed for factory workers, they wouldn’t wear polo shirts or khaki pants because those are coded as middle class—too much danger that their competitors might not understand their advanced maneuver.

A fascinating long-form on how taste is informed by status seeking from Dynomight Internet Newsletter.

Eat at Haidilao Hot Pot in Flushing yesterday. Meal lasted ~3 hours. So damn good. I only have one photo of the food from before anything was cooked as after I was too busy stuffing my face.