the double text #7

Cue summer.

Hi Friends, there’s another full moon in 5 days.

Another cycle coming and going and what the fucking hell has gone on for you in the last 29.5 days? A lot, I’m willing to bet. Achievements, graduations, small and intimately personal daily victories that are rendering into a bit of a pattern— You’re on to something, and you know it. Love that for you. For us. Soil is soft, and grass is green. Even the misty rain gives you cozy vibes that feel fun and less hassle than last month. You know, the things.

In some Hollywood news, I’m seeing that a lot of lower-level gigs are popping up across tracking boards, and there are a few more executive openings. Nothing major is rustling, but when the NYPD shut down my street last week, I was hopeful it was for a film set. Alas, it wasn’t. Though, a few shows are filming around New York right now, which feels better than where we were at last year, so I guess that’s… okay-ish.

But, elsewhere, we’re also still in the toilet. Things on earth, I fear to report, are worse than ever in many ways. Yes, the niceties of the day-to-day should be held tight, but wow, what a dumpster fire we are in. Some of the fires are all too familiar now, though. Misogynists and racists abound, billionaires usurping, something leering, women’s rights stripped, death. The cut bleeds.

Old habits die hard, and you’ll be challenged to hold on to the newer version of you. It’ll be a lot easier than you think, so don’t fret. When memories shake loose, do what you need to do to confront them in the flesh.

A hundred different ways

It’s shocking to me that this video has only 159 views. This song is a favorite, and this live version is a gift.

The sound the sea makes

Another additional gift, this one from the past.