A person laughing with their eyes closed, Dutch landscape in the background
  • Just spotted a family of tourists, the dad one of those Pabst Blue Ribbon hipsters who’s now adulting. He wore a shirt that read “THE SMITHS”, accompanied by a black-and-white group photo of Will Smith with his wife and kids. Thought it was deeply hilarious.

  • Hey Desi love, hope you’re well! As promised, here’s that overview of handy UX things:

    Let’s use tomorrow to go into some more detail about how to put together a portfolio!

  • I’m envious of teenagers who get to record their singing voices every day if they wanted to. I have a suspicion that I’m a better singer now than I was at 15, but I have no way of confirming it.

  • The blonde

    At the end of the shopping street
    for people who look like
    they do in the magazines
    there’s a blonde marching in place waiting
    for the light to turn green.
    She is not running per se, rather
    she’s hinting at running.
    Selling it, the way
    Charlize Theron sells
    a night to remember in a perfume commercial
    with next to nothing for evidence.

  • Finally we have them over to the house again, for the first time in what feels like a human life. One walks in smiling, the other bursts out in tears. “She’s pregnant” I think to myself. I’m right. For whatever godforsaken reason I see her as a submarine now. We talk without pausing, picking up from what could have been yesterday.

  • Looking at a picture of Elon Musk on The Guardian, and I need to do a triple take to see the caption does not, in fact, read “Elton John”. Sometimes, I feel like I’m in a live action dyslexia test.