This year’s Christmas card.
Vinsight. (For more Vinspiration, read this.)
In that spirit, I’m writing up a storm. Here’s something I wrote for MamaPop. It’s about The Walking Dead; if it sucks, the next post will suck better.
jason avant, pet cobra
carlsbad, california, usa
As Twerking Pandemic Threatens The End Of Civilization As We Know It, Morgan Freeman Urges Us To Be Calm
Full disclosure: up until a couple of days ago, I had no idea what the word “twerk” meant. I knew…
This is a thing I wrote.
They say write every day if you think yourself a writer, so it’s a day, one of Every, and I’m writing.
I decided this morning that I want to be Proficient on the longboard. It’s not good enough to say that I’m better on the longboards than the shortboards, not because certainly I’m terrible, embarrassingly so on the shortboards, but because I want to start being good at things, and this was a place to start, on a big fiberglass wrapped piece of hard foam. The waves weren’t what one would call “good”. But I paddled, and worked my back and shoulders, and was happy with just paddling because part of being good at a thing is being good on the granular level, which a writer might interpret as knowing how to spell, or the whole Oxford comma thing, or getting to know all of those parts of writing, those rules, so well as to be able to elegantly break them and have people admire you for it, or better still being happy with yourself even if no one reads it, which given the great grand scope of the world and all of the computers it holds is what’ll likely happen. So: paddling. It’s work. There’s joy in that. Something to be done every day.
BILL WATTERSON ‘A cartoonist’s advice’
This is just great.