I know it’s been almost half a year but I hope you still remember me. Furthermore, I hope that you remember I send out updates every week on articles, video clips, and podcasts that I find worth sharing. Speaking of updates, there’s a reason why I have been silent all this time. I bought an apartment at the end of the July and spent the following months renovating, moving in, and making it livable. I would estimate that I’m about 90% of the way there. A handful of scattered boxes still need to be sorted, a couple areas need a coat or two of paint, and my desktop needs to be hooked up. The last one is sort of important for getting these digital updates out. I managed to dig up an old laptop and am making due for now. So enjoy the first of hopefully a long streak of weekly updates.
What I Read:
I didn’t know this story was viral until a day or two after I read it. However, I should have known it would be since I discovered the piece through a tweet. This story reminded me of the shorts that got me hooked on reading and eventually writing. I could relate to the feelings of both characters; the frustrations of being ghosted after a “good” date and the uneasiness of someone not letting go of what was never really there.
Last Christmas, my mom asked my brother and I to buy her an 8 quart Instant Pot . This was odd because she usually doesn’t make gift requests. However, we went along with it because it meant that we didn’t have to rack our brains coming up with a gift idea. My mom uses this appliance two to three times a week; conjuring up chicken soup, braised short ribs, and beef stews for dinner. I don’t think she’s quite as fanatic as those described in the article but she’s definitely a believer in the Instant Pot and I am too after tasting all of her delicious meals.