It’s been a long couple of days.
Writing, for me, tends to be somewhat therapeutic: it feels good and mechanical and lets me focus my thoughts even when it feels unproductive or otherwise impossible to do so.
It keeps me sane, to the extent that sometimes writing is less about the result and more about the process — I am less concerned with what I wrote than the fact that I wrote something at all.
Put another way: sometimes the things I write are more
byproduct than
product.
This week’s post is something along those lines: I wrote about my daily walk (and, by extension, how I work from home). You can read it about
here.
Some other stuff:
- If you read anything else this weekend, read
Try To Praise The Mutilated World.
- I’ve been listening a lot to a relatively old (is it gauche to refer to 2014 as ‘relatively old’?) Tom Misch EP — think a sunnier version of The XX. It’s been floating around for a while but
finally made a home on Spotify.
- If you are near a Trader Joe’s and like beer: pick up the Samuel Smith Holiday Pack. It’s three pints (a Pale Ale, an Oatmeal Stout, and a Chocolate Stout) and a pint glass for $12; all of the beers are delicious (and the bottle art is fantastic, if you're a sucker for that like I am).
- Here is a
happy corgi on a bicycle.