Wholesome pursuits.

Big props to the Omicron variant for refreshing my anxiety/phobia/fury at people who wear masks beneath their noses. I plan to distract myself from this new microbial purgatory with a host of habits/skills/interests I’ve acquired during the pandemy:

  1. The compulsive acquisition and propagation of a rather large assortment of houseplants. These remain unkilled at the time of this writing, which is nothing short of a miracle. Although I feel like I’m teetering between a hobby and an obsession. Where is the line? (Photographic evidence to follow.)
  2. Reaching Expert+ level on Beatsaber. I am alone on this journey. Please DM me on my regular Insta if you’d like to join a multiplayer room. I’m serious.
  3. A fresh addiction to TikTok. I won’t go into the myriad ways I ingest content on this platform, but I’ve also begun experimenting with content generation. No idea why. Blame the ‘rona.
  4. Some new fitness certifications. In addition to being a Yoga Alliance registered E-RYT® 200, I’m now a Certified Personal Trainer through NASM® and an official SPINNING® instructor. I wanna start a private training group geared toward writers and folks in the industry. DM me on my fitness Insta if you’re in interested.

I won’t discuss my towering stack of less-wholesome pursuits because I value your esteem. Instead, here’s a butt-ton of plants I haven’t murdered yet:

Not homesick at all.

No I won’t bore you with how much I adore being back in NYC in the fall, or how last week the weather was the perfect mix of rain and warmth specifically designed to tear a hole in me, or how my final evening there was spent wandering from karaoke bar to karaoke bar singing my own greatest hits until 4am, or how amazed/excited I am that the play I’m writing seems to *actually* be working. Instead (and apologies to folks who get this via email without images) here are some pictures from my week in the city followed by a gif of me falling off a mechanical bull because YOU DESERVE IT and YES I AM TOTALLY FINE and YOU ARE VERY WELCOME…

Enter at your own peril.
She is a warrior.
A page from my play that mentions genitalia.
Bowl of beans + man-bun = emoji hearts.
A consternated mosaic.
I own many Rothy’s.
She likes The Lion King.
A $43 cup of wine I purchased at Slave Play on Broadway without asking the price first. Lesson learned. ☹️
He matters.
You matter.
…your kindness during this challenging time is greatly appreciated…

For the future.

A friend sent this to me ’cause I needed it. Maybe you do too? (Click to expand.)

Mr. Cogito Meditates on Suffering
by Zbigniew Herbert

All attempts to remove
the so-called cup of bitterness–
by reflection
frenzied actions on behalf of homeless cats
deep breathing
religion–
failed

one must consent
gently bend the head
not wring the hands
make use of the suffering gently moderately
like an artificial limb
without false shame
but also without unnecessary pride

do not brandish the stump
over the heads of others
don’t knock with the white cane
against the windows of the well-fed

drink the essence of bitter herbs
but not to the dregs
leave carefully
a few sips for the future

accept
but simultaneously
isolate within yourself
and if it is possible
create from the matter of suffering
a thing or a person

play
with it
of course
play

entertain it
very cautiously
like a sick child
forcing at last
with silly tricks
a faint
smile