Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 12, 2024
Going through two consecutive green lights without having to even take your foot off the gas during morning rush hour (and while slightly speeding) is evidence that the gods sometimes love you.
Going through two consecutive green lights without having to even take your foot off the gas during morning rush hour (and while slightly speeding) is evidence that the gods sometimes love you.
A semi-poetic, unfocused, whiskey-soaked rant about the sweet spot between isms and that our choices in ideologues is a pack of false shaman preaching horseshit.