Morning Ritual — 1.18.22
What if you were never wrong about anything?
It’s more like a living, breathing organism than it is a bug stuck in amber.
The march of science and technology does not imply growing intellectual complexity in the lives of most people. It often means the opposite.
A somewhat dizzying patchwork of farce, Young Frankenstein-like clownishness, mental illness and exalted poetry.
I’m convinced he was doing that just to fuck with me.
All happiness is a work of art: The smallest error falsifies it, the slightest hesitation alters it, the least heaviness spoils it, the slightest stupidity brutalizes it.
Listen, we’re the new kids on the block. If I put it on, I’d be criticized. If I left it off, I’ll still be criticized.
What’s most surprisingly overlooked with the Jucy Lucy and Juicy Lucy conversations focused on cheese has been the absolute importance of fried onions on the burger.
I mean, even Heinz ran out of ketchup… Even Chick-fil-A is struggling — and they’ve got God on their side!
Whenever I made a mistake as a kid growing up in Nigeria, my dad would belt out Urkel’s one-liner ‘Did I do that?’ to ease my babyish guilt.
It’s the price to pay for health.
China has so many unworn baby shoes that Ernest Hemingway would be shook.
The real universe is always one step beyond logic.
I pluck a feather from your neck
How did the dog become your teacher’s problem?
Never waste a good crisis.
A weird celebration of boredom and honesty.