vol. 2, no. 45 | All Press
In the March edition of 5280 Magazine there is an article by Daliah Singer, titled “Find Your 3rd Place”, a nicely written and arranged collection of 36...
vol. 2, no. 44 | Breather
As a relief to me (and perhaps to you as well) we had far fewer things happen this past week. The days after PowerPoint Party are always without a major...
vol. 2, no. 43 | Clearance
Within any group of people of a certain size, secrets arise. Sometimes out of chance, sometimes out of need. And for reasons nefarious, beneficent, or...
vol. 2, no. 42 | Retreat
Last week there was a minor flurry in one of our group chats about a dream that Beth had had. In it, she shared, a bunch of Company folk were all living in a...
vol. 2, no. 41 | Footrace
After Glint last Tuesday, once we finished probably our third or fourth round of parting hugs at the bottom of the stairs, Madeleine and Andrew, both on...
vol. 2, no. 40 | This Is a Horse
Would you like a horse? You’d probably like a horse. Here, have this one. He’s a nice horse. A very fine horse. Absolutely nothing wrong or suspicious about...
vol. 2, no. 39 | Showing Up
You hear them give a presentation about something you have always cared a lot about. They talk about a project that really tickles your brain. Or maybe they...
vol. 2, no. 38 | Hiding
After almost a yearlong streak of dodging sickness I have again fallen ill. It’s nothing terrible (probably), but it’s enough to keep me partially away from...
vol. 2, no. 37 | Blinking
For the last few hours I’ve been staring and drafting and deleting and just watching the cursor blink. I write this part last, and it’s hard today. Locally,...
vol. 2, no. 36 | A Medium Good Place
Hello and welcome back! If you’re tuning into Paperwork for the very first time, I’m your host, Ivan Ruiz-Knott. Myself, my wife Livvy, and our dear friend...
vol. 2, no. 35 | Looking
Our first fourteen PowerPoint parties were hosted in Livvy and my apartment. We began by inviting everyone we knew and at our first one we had twenty people,...
vol. 2, no. 34 | Metaphorphosis!
Pope Gregory means little to me, but I love any excuse for a reflection, and it was so sweet to share, with some of you, your turn of year retro-and...
vol. 2, no. 33 | Substandard Tidings
On account of skeletal travels this will be a lighter issue (as was foretold). Some remained who kept company on a day or two this past week, but...
vol. 2, no. 32 | Nature
Have you heard the fable about the scorpion who wants to cross a river? And so he finds a turtle and is like “hey bro give me a ride across this river I...
vol. 2, no. 31 | Holiday
Okay, pay attention. Are you paying attention? I know you’re paying attention, Lauren T., but the rest of you— [Sigh] If you can hear me, clap once! If you...
vol. 2, no. 30 | Mediation
You’ll think to yourself, early on, that there should be a Company newsletter. Social media is the worst, and you especially hate it when businesses don’t...
vol. 2, no. 29 | Familiar Faces
[Whispering] Okay so there’s me, obviously, and you of course already know Livvy—my best friend and wife of almost eleven years. We brought the vegan mashed...
vol. 2, no. 28 | Gratitude
For the whiteboards from Gusto, claimed by Halie, that we rolled down 16th St., on which so many of us wrote our names so many times. The used Steelcase and...
vol. 2, no. 27 | Treachery
The night of Glint, while some of us sat in a warmly lit room hearing stories, people elsewhere in Colorado were allegedly seeing the northern lights. Were...
vol. 2, no. 26 | Times Change
It is so nice to cry because of beautiful things. It is better to have company either way. It’s a nice problem to have too many leads. Yes, you are also a...
