Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 11, 2025
If you ever need a pick-me-up, come over and let my 3-year-old serenade you with a song about poop and trucks.
C:\garbage\takethisjob.exe -shoveit
What kind of bored, unread, over-measured, automaton signed off on this AI-generated dreck? Job-hiring isn’t human resources, it’s resourcing our brain’s data to power the click-clacking of computer keys so the boss can feel good about doling out over-taxed bonuses that hardly represent the bonus time you gave the company.
I Believe… [Less Outrage]
...that the real lessons of history are almost always ignored because they require humility instead of outrage.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 4, 2026
Remember on Sesame Street, how Bert was, like, really into pigeons? The fuck with that guy? Pigeons. Pigeons!? I think there was a gas leak in that garden apartment of his.
I Believe… [Good Shoes]
...that a haircut, a good book, and a pair of shoes that really fit are the luxuries of the lower middle class.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 28, 2025
My hope for 2026 is that our cultural exhaustion will catch up to us and we’ll all disengage from the nonsense, and take a good, long nap. We’ll wake up refreshed and prepared to behave more humane to each other. And maybe, finally, vote responsibly. Or not vote at all, which may be for the best.
“They waited for the next frightened person to confuse survival with surrender.”