Thanks to the way one of my clients publishes their episodes, I know that this represents my birthday. 1660910400400 (No, it’s not today.)
Speaking of ghouls, not a good look Apple.
Everything's Gonna Be Alright
From today’s issue of Craig Mod’s Seven days of walking Tokyo popup newsletter, a message to the younger version of himself when he first arrived in Tokyo:
I don’t know how I’d convey this, but I’d want that kid to know: He didn’t have to black himself out all the time, that things would get better. That the hole in which he felt so stuck wasn’t as deep as it seemed, and that good people would come into his orbit given time and effort. That he was directionally correct — the impulse to eschew an office job for independent work — but that that road was long and lonely and it would take ages to start paying dividends.
This melds nicely with the emotion of constant ringing in my ears of the Black Panther 2 trailer’s mix of Tems cover of Bob Marley’s “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright” into Kendrick Lamar’s Alright.
Old white men continue to run roughshod over everything to attempt to stay relevant and in control. But I hold on to the hope that the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.
Finished reading: Artificial Condition by Martha Wells 📚
If, like me, you’ve only been seeing southern skies in Saskatoon and wondering what the storm warning is all about, might want to look out a north facing window. ☁️ 🌧️
