I delivered this sermon today at All Saints Amsterdam.

A few months ago, along with much of humanity, it seemed, I went to see Barbie. Walking out of the theatre and forming an opinion on this intro to feminism, I renamed the film to a title which I will use again today: “Blueprints: a pamphlet against simplicity”.

It’s nice to see all of your faces here today. I’ve met most of you before, but let me make …

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with the fact that, while humans aren’t supposed to be able to smell a dog being in heat, I am, very clearly…

Here is a person, watch her work, watch her nae nae: Kawaii-ifying my iPad, learning Korean, in deep work mode listening to the lofi Pokémon playlist on Spotify. Slap me.

Does anybody else recognize the habit of suddenly listening to Mitski’s “Francis Forever” on single repeat for three hours straight?

Lemonade got a free treat from the pet store: a nylon bite ring with edible bits. She’s so obsessed with it that she keeps walking around with it while whining, hiding it behind curtains and doors whenever she gets the chance.

I’m slowly sinking into a YouTube rabbit hole about one of the participants in the television series “Love after Lockup” and I don’t know what’s happening.