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The Man Who Broke Bowling
The Man Who Broke Bowling
Jason Belmonte’s two-handed technique made him an outcast. Then it made him the greatest—and changed the sport forever.
·gq.com·
The Man Who Broke Bowling
Discord, or the Death of Lore
Discord, or the Death of Lore
I chose the life, it didn’t choose me. I could have walked away from it a long time ago, and I’ve certainly shifted my focus over the years. But I still hold the heft and halter, the on…
·ascii.textfiles.com·
Discord, or the Death of Lore
Sahil Bloom on Twitter
Sahil Bloom on Twitter
My wife and I recently started a monthly check-in ritual. It’s been incredible for our relationship. The Life Dinner:
·twitter.com·
Sahil Bloom on Twitter
We’re Knot Friends
We’re Knot Friends
It’s April Cools again. For a few summers in high school and undergrad, I was a day camp counselor. I’ve written before about how it helped me develop storytelling skills, but recently …
·jeremykun.com·
We’re Knot Friends
An eternally looping 7 day art broadcast.
An eternally looping 7 day art broadcast.
Once all of KRILLER's 6300 audiovisual “cassettes” have been fabricated the project will settle into its final form: an eternally looping weeklong software art broadcast for all to freely enjoy.
·kriller.com·
An eternally looping 7 day art broadcast.
Awesome Music Theory
Awesome Music Theory
An "awesome music theory" kinda wiki. Contribute to vpavlenko/study-music development by creating an account on GitHub.
·github.com·
Awesome Music Theory
Tag Systems
Tag Systems
I’ve tried to write a blog post on tag systems for years now. Literally years, I think I first started drafting it out in 2018 or so? The problem is that...
·buttondown.email·
Tag Systems
My Recent Divorce, and/or Dior Homme Intense
My Recent Divorce, and/or Dior Homme Intense
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And then we went back to California, gave it another shot, and it didn’t work out, and my reality ruptured again, the foreignness returned. Even my own body was foreign, being that it was so strangely un-held and un-kissed.
It is always the moment just before death but sometimes it especially feels that way.
In May in Silverlake, the jasmine blooms enormous, and its thick glamorous treacliness, along with its armpitty undertones, cradle you while you saunter amongst the hot people and overpriced real estate. Guard dog urine and puffs of weed accompany the jasmine, and the sun sweeps clean through you, animating colors so vivid that your meagre awareness feels unable to hold it all, like it might spill over at any time.
·sashachapin.substack.com·
My Recent Divorce, and/or Dior Homme Intense