last night while dining at bread, I noticed a table of very attractive guys sitting outside.
my approach: tie-tac-toe, hand-delivered by our waiter
the outcome: the group of Swedish men loved it, all of us we’re chatting as a group before a game win, and the guy I had my eye on turned out to be taken.
ah well, maybe next time…
wake up
yesterday, i was extremely inspired and on an energy high. all day, i came across this theme of “waking up.” the interconnectedness of every moment was crazy. i wrote this last night while listening to acoustic jams at Rockwood…
wake up
feel so good
feel so good so ride that out
wake up
feel so right
feel so right so live that out
moments tell
moments are
how we feel
the story of our life
moments be
moments lead
our actions
the future of right now
wake up
where are you going?
why are you feeling so dry?
wake up
feeling so dry
feeling so dry
why am i feeling so dry?
wake up
water your world
color your world
be your world
let’s take an L out of this world
and smoke words
til we’re both high
let’s wake up
these moments
smoking words
til we’re forever high
(i took the photo over the weekend on my roof. more rooftop sunset photos here.)
It also feels surprisingly good to witness the evolution of thoughts and feelings for the first time in what seems like forever; I had forgotten that thoughts and feelings actually grow more complex if you just stop documenting their earliest iterations. Strangers on the street are the most concrete example. They can be funny from a block away, pitiable from half-a-block away, tragic up-close, and then lovable once they’re behind you. If you use a smart phone like I do, you never see the pitiable stranger, the tragic stranger, or the lovable stranger.
via Magic Molly
love this bit of actionable insight from Paul Graham’s essay too.
great essay by Paul Graham







