Honestly, I was having fun the other night with some rapid-fire ramblings trying to type a few pages as fast as I could. Finally, read it yesterday, spell-checked, and decided to just publish in its entirety. Enjoy!
Oh yea, Merry Xmas you filthy animals.
Staring at an empty sheet of paper, sitting here at evening time with the intention to write something for public consumption. My mind is racing for the exact topic that would satisfy my ego’s desire for one response from a reader touting my brilliance.
I know not what to write, and can only hope to be struck by some kind of muse, so I read as much as I possibly can, gorging on new material like a stack of latkes on Hanukah.
I search beyond my daily crypto reads towards macroeconomic gold, and find some interesting fodder, but to my dismay realize that I have not absorbed enough, nor am I willing to go deeper than the 10-page essay that I’ve already read. Therefore, I can’t truly publish anything remarkably thoughtful.
Afterall, this newsletter is not about the “deep dive,” if it were – who would read it anyways? It’s one of 2 dozen newsletters sitting in your inbox – you flag it as “unread” in hopes you might get to it one day, but then it just becomes another flake of snow to the man shoveling his driveaway in a blizzard.
So why write? Why continue to take aim at the blinking cursor of my mind. Allowing substance to flow from brain to neurons to finger tips. It excites me, it fills me with joy to see the words appear on my monitor.
I can be prolific, I can be terrific, I can get specific – but one thing I think is – that to write is a gift.
It’s a joyful attestation to the power of man to manifest (and I mean man generally, so to all of the women reading this please don’t take offense, I know we are at the dawn of the divine feminine – I mean you no harm). But to woManifest may be better phrasing anyways due to the natural power of the womb. WOMban – the cradle of creation. The place where all is manifest.
I write because to me it is the simplest form of creation and when I flow, my firey fingertips fidgeting on the drums of the keyboard, I can just close my eyes and allow the words to shoot off – bang bang bang. There’s no greater feeling than the power of the written word.
I don’t even care if you read this; it’s not productized, it’s emotionalized. It’s the forbidden sunshine of a spotless mind, it’s the place from behind the pines, it’s nothing close to divine. Yes, I’m a poet and I know it and I’m here to show it.
Different styles can amount to different smiles.
I’m here for you – whoever you chose to be today – this is a chose your own adventure novel and you may have clicked on “turn to page six,” and been disappointed with this but that’s specific — specific to YOU. And all that YOU do is determined to be positive or negative not by the words that come from me but by the eyes through which YOU see.
I don’t claim to be a poet but man do I like to write rapid fire like this. Maybe there’s a finer art in focusing on the finer parts, attention to detail as a representation of smarts, but a rapid writing session where there’s no subject off limits and I’m here simply to exhibit the power of my brain to stay insane and break with the mundane routine of “living the dream”
Take a break – pause – feel the mistakes you’ve made – they are countless, you couldn’t pretend to remember them all because if you could then you wouldn’t have to relive them (again and again) like a spinning whirling dervish – doomed to hurl from planet to planet, soul to soul with the goal of trying to REMEMBER.
REMEMBER where you came from, what you’ve done, why you’re here, and where you may be going next… the world is designed to make you forget. Keep that in mind the next time you climb to the next mountain top without taking a seat after the first job is done and enjoying the view.
This world is here for you – to explore or ignore, you choose what you do. So why do I write these words if not for them to be heard?
For me it’s therapy, a kind of purging of the virtue signaling brain that holds me back on a day to day — just another dog chasing its own tail.
That’s all we are — animals. Savages with the ability to communicate, to spray lightning out of fingertips and fire bolts form our arse, as William Wallace might have done. We can spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappele show. We are here to create – it’s so simple… consumption isn’t evil, but it’s boring. Yet we get so caught up in consuming that we forget to give back.
After all, if you think of the true significance of man on this planet it’s the oxygen he inhales and turns to carbon dioxide on the exhale to feed the trees that feed all life here.
Our greatness lies in our very existence. It’s fundamental to our being that we breath. And our breath feeds the world. Let’s not forget that. We are great simply by breathing. Every exhale provides nourishment to the world around you.
But we get to do so much more. We don’t HAVE TO but we GET TO.
And we get to enjoy it all – the ups, the downs, the heartbreaks and the heartbeats. The bass bumping, COVID-19 thumping, rump a dump dumping extinguisher delinguisher now I’m making words up to just diminish ya. BRaht!!! how bout that – I’m spitting rhymes like it’s a matter of fact; no problem with the outcome no emotion too great I can drop 15 pages in a heartbeat.
What an exceptional gift to write; not something I ever want to give up. Something I want to improve and use to abuse the minds of those who read it. That’s right — abuse, batter and bruise the ego of the brain behind the eyes looking at this screen because indirectly that’s what’s happening – I am injecting you with the words that are firing out of my fingertips and I know not where they come from because they’re flowing too fast for me to even understand or cog their origin. They may be from another planet.
Wouldn’t that be nice – a man dropping alien knowledge bombs on your asses.
This Week’s Podcast:
Ending Disease with Emmy-Award Winning Director, Joe Gantz
“There was not only no cure (for central nervous system diseases), there were no treatments. Now these can be treated with regenerative medicine”
On this episode, I sat down with Emmy-award winning director, Joe Gantz, to discuss his latest docuseries, Ending Disease. Ending Disease follows the lives of many families whose loved ones are currently undergoing an experimental stem cell therapy called CAR-T. The film highlights the power of this transformative treatment also known as regenerative medicine.
Joe and I discuss his journey to make this film, what he learned, and his experiences with these families. He educates me about the stigma around stem cell therapy and the pharmaceutical industry.
We then finish the show chatting about the new media landscape and the challenges of creating social awareness documentaries in today’s streaming environment.
What I’m Reading
Ideas
The Proof of NFTs: $3.5M Beeple Drop (this is crypto, but deserves to be up here)
Markets
Capital Allocators Podcast with Chamath Palihapitiya
Startups & Technology
Building the Middle Class of the Creator Economy, Li Jin
Crypto
Compound Launching New Chain - Compound Cash Whitepaper
An Overview of Cryptocurrency Use Cases, WEF 2020 Report, Meltem Demirors & Cuy Sheffield
DeFi Primer, The Emerging Valuenet, Maple Leaf Capital
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