Late, as Usual.
ITEM: THIS IS WHY
ITEM: I spent the week in West Palm Beach, a stones throw from Hellmouth South, a conference for work. Not including the people I work with and our clients, nearly everyone there was saddlebag tan, sheathed in Lily Pulitzer, and well past retirement. I’d gamble even money that the average voter there was slightly more conservative than Reagan’s corpse.
This was hanging in a art gallery window:
I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like, and I do not like this. Yes, I understand the allusion to Norman Rockwell’s Self Portrait. Is this what “real America” hopes for when they see Michelle? Do they “see” Melania, as Norman saw a younger, better looking self? Is the artist in the picture blind, deluded, racist? Is this his hope?
ITEM: I’ve never spent more time in a hotel conference room talking about tariffs on Aluminum and Steel.
ITEM: Pretty successful at selling some home items on eBay. One guy kept upping the bid on a camera I’m selling and then no showed when it came time to pay. I burned a lot of cycles trying to understand why someone would do that.
ITEM: Jack White sounds like he’s a giant asshole, but *I* appreciate the how as much as the what in art. I don’t know if Word can make me a better writer, but a fountain pen on paper, being more thoughtful about what I create, sure seems to.
ITEM: The other side? It don’t say nothing.
ITEM: Why I don’t have employees anymore
ITEM: I have the feeling that if a 20 year old black man told this story, it wouldn’t be getting so much attention
ITEM: #chickenisagooddog