proust project: day five

When it comes to food, the word “crazy” brings me back to the seven course tasting menu at Le Jules Verne inside the Eiffel Tower. I had pigeon. Overlooking Paris. Besides that, I can’t say much. So, I’m going to interpret the word as I will. Crazy… is for those meals I always come back to. Consider this my starter guide to Eating The World — so far.

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proust challenge: day four

Just crucify me now. A humbling reminder that the point of the Proust Project (wait, why didn’t I call it that…?) is to trick myself into writing, not entertain the masses. Here’s the issue: I want to be different and it feels sad. I even searched “books in different eras” but I still don’t think anything beats a Sweet Sixteen overlooking the Long Island Sound complete with cocktail hour and a jazz band.

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proust challenge: day three

I’m going to talk to you all today about something I call “The Portland Effect”. But first, I hate this question. Your animal alter-ego? My friend suggested I was a baby hippo. And I was like, what the fuck? And she was like, you know, something that looks really cute but will actually destroy you. And I was like, fair. But still no. I’m not a baby hippo. I am a human. And humans are already animals.

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how to: write a sitcom

My first weeks of quarantine were spent writing season one of my show, BAD. Now that I’ve finished, it is clear that I know everything there is to know about the masterful art of writing for television. In the spirit of Spring, growth, and the recent resurrection of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, I’ve decided to share this knowledge.

That was a joke and obviously I know nothing.

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