We cannot understand the true nature of the Universe, unless we question deeply.
I want to know what is real, even if the answer is total obliteration of my consciousness.
After some deep introspection I’ve decided that I will be less funny for the sake of the literary community. Writers don’t like—or even understand—humor anymore, so for their sake, I will now join the dour ranks of the serious literati. No more humor. No more Latino charm.
JAGUAR’S RADICAL REBRANDING: TELETUBBIES MEETS NIGHTMARE BEFORE XMAS
Jaguar has torched its legacy with a bizarre rebrand.
The classic “growler” logo? Gone, replaced by a “minimalist design” that screams “graphic design is my passion.”
Their latest car? A Tesla Cybertruck wannabe that looks like it drove straight out of a Fortnite loading screen.
Critics are calling it “unhinged,” “cringe-worthy,” and “Bud Light on wheels.”
See the trainwreck in person at Miami Air Week on December 2...
Source: Daily Mail
@walterkirn Same. Began sharpening the “edge” when as a younger version of myself I refused to watch a single episode of friends or sex in the city. Keeps the daffodils growing in the meadows of my soul
If all the writing sites collapse or AI completely takes over the content game and I have to do something else, I’ll probably get a job at Publix. It seems like a nice time whenever I’m in there—diverse workforce, solid camaraderie. Nice uniform. I’d work in the produce section.
@Perez_Writes Every step I take in this freak paradise is in acknowledgment & appreciation
Of their decision to move us out of Cuba in the 80’s. Happy when others see it too.
Walking around tweeting and reading literary takes on a perfect Miami day. I'll probably sit down and read some classic literature soon. Maybe a little Ray Carver? Maybe some Joy Williams. The life of an American writer. So happy my parents left Cuba.
Just listened to a Hank Williams song. If I listen to another one, I'll just sit in the car and reminisce all day. Can't risk it. Too beautiful and sad. Damn.
Sometimes I work out of the working class cafeteria to maintain my grit level. Other times I work out of the cool coffee shop with the email job people. Gotta shock the writing system. The life of a serious writer.
Friend of mine from Cuba wrote a novella about scamming tourists in Havana and then making it to Miami. Brutal and funny. I'll have to translate it. He works construction now. Could be the next big thing.
Working out of a decaying mall in suburban Miami today. Cuban girl manning the mango kiosk is slicing mango slices, chatting to a geriatric security guard. There’s a Radio Shack in here. Lost man is eating a baked potato next to me. I write my little stories. Modern times.