thirty-seven: the falling leaf can't forget the tree
stationery robbery (Not my joke, see reference.) March has been a lot of little picky deadlines all in a row with very little gratification just yet, so I've...
thirty-six: your commitment is yours to make
Greetings from a never-ending month of hard weather: We've had almost a winter storm a week here in Toronto, with a few days between that felt (and smelled)...
thirty-five: not by yourself, and not all at once.
I ended 2022 by duly performing one of the Christmas week rituals: Telling myself I wouldn't spend money on the Steam sale, doing it anyways, and being...
thirty-four: the arc of momentum bends toward justice
So, earlier this month I said I owed you a brief one? Now the holidays have hit, and I owe you a long one. I preemptively apologize for sending this on the...
thirty-three: ripping the work back
There is an upside to Twitter melting slightly; okay, a couple upsides, but I digress. I am on Mastodon now, slightly grudgingly at leahbobet@mstdn.ca, and...
thirty-two: just make sure you get your hours in
For most of October, I've been spending time in a kind of unstructured thinking that's really been forced to the wayside in the past few years: rowing myself...
thirty-one: ambition ecologies
I have two kinds of Septembers. One of them is bright and enterprising, high-energy, the first-day-of-school kind of September. The other kind is a bit more...
thirty: inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
This edition's title brought to you by friend to all community organizers Faithless, who had his head sorted and this whole beat covered in 2004. Everything...
twenty-eight: that yearned desperately to affirm the world rather than negate it
This from Hayao Miyazaki, who is not formally, I found out today, a Living National Treasure, except for how he is. In the quote he's talking about sneaking...
twenty-six: upheaval, punctuated by big deals
Barely time to stick head above water, here in the general calumny. I almost went to Quebec and then didn't, because truck occupations. I almost went to New...
twenty-four: an absolute failure at tonal consistency
Apologies for the gap between the last one and this one. With conditions developing so quickly this fall and winter, it's been hard to know what to say -- or...
twenty-three: then a ploughman said, Speak to us of Work.
Good afternoon from the last great skybound outpost of something-or-other, where we have been beset by it: freelance work, housework, creative work,...
twenty-two: each person, each situation, and each subject in its own way
The title this month comes from Buber's I and Thou--or, as translator Walter Kaufmann rather persuasively argues, I and You, because Du is the informal-...
twenty-one: on immunity
immunity report Sorry: this letter is two weeks late. But the big news around here was that the household got our second vaccine shots the Friday before it...
nineteen: a medley of extemporanea/the clip show episode
Issue nineteen comes to you from the day after my first vaccine shot, which I booked entirely off from every form of toil in case of bad side effects and--is...
eighteen: Artax gets right out of the swamp
I write from within Deadline Mire, so briefly and in short little bursts with much glancing back at the email. March was as busy as I thought it might be,...
seventeen: dressed to suppress all kinds of sorrow
dirtbag shawarma cat The stay-at-home order continues apace here in downtown Toronto; it's been just over 100 days since we went under it, and though it was...
sixteen: 4′33″
Apologies, first, for the delay on this newsletter. (I start all my emails this way now: first off, apologies for the delay.) The world's been an unsettled...
fifteen: the life you want
December rituals are persistent. Not necessarily the widespread holiday ones, but the act of closing things down for a while: the last invoice this year for...
fourteen: big little lives
I wanted this preamble to be about living a bigger life, and how that doesn't necessarily have to get hindered by which four walls you're between. November,...
