How do I let it ripen until it’s done? Do I believe I should be like Ever-Ripe, the new, genetically modified produce by Dole? Should I have a wax-based coating, preventing me from ever going bad? Can I be treated with an anti-microbial wash? What happens to the produce that is genetically modified? To the berries and fruits made larger than life, but lacking in flavor? Nice to look at, but not to eat. Simulacrum; cheap emulations of the real thing. Damned attempts at overcoming the reality of God. Let me be a small berry, the kind picked from a field that while not enough for a bite, is more than enough for ecstasy.

The eponymous Black Pumas debut in 2020 was a defining album for the 2020-2021 period of my life. Sean showed me the album in San Marcos la Laguna, it’s beaming excitement fueling certain streams of Travis thereafter.

The return of the Black Pumas instantiates feelings of hope, optimism, and the sense that maybe joy and innocence can return, even in the midst of so much constriction, tension, and stress.

Still curious how to really maximize my productivity via decreased time to enter work(flow) states, increased focus in and maintenance of said states, and generally, easier context switching into work contexts from personal ones. Curious about the role that unclear commitments may have on the resistance to shift into work modes.

I’m beginning this blog as a way to cement my thoughts, loved pieces of art, and anything else I find inspiring, thought-provoking, or worth noting.

Guiding values:

• KISS (Keep it Simple, Stupid)
• Doing the thing is better than the goal of perfection preventing it from being done at all
• A structure that can hold what draws my attention through time will be pleasing to look back on, as well as potentially provide contextualization for my conscious identity