Ok. Here we go.

The pressure got to me. I caved, doing the podcast thing. First one was with Lauren Ledoux, great person, very warm and interesting - still getting hang of 1. Remote interviews 2. Doing it in the middle of the night 3. Just constant anxiety/fear/reckoning.

I’m bouncing between perplexed at people’s surprise that, yes, there’s structural and systemic issues in this country stemming from 400 years of collective denial…and worried that despite the protestations and valid criticisms, the representational response will still somehow be anemic at best. Which, if we’re honest, even that probably wouldn’t get signed.

Super hot in my apartment while I edit the first episode, too.

New York are we gonna make it through this summer?

Hope so.

Hope there’s ice cream anyway.

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Sweet smell of your own breath.