Remiel

The difference between thought and deed

You know when you’re driving, and someone pisses you off, and for a moment, you sincerely wish they’d burst a tire and careen off the road? Yet, if a fairy materialized in your passenger seat, and offered to actually drive them into a guard rail with a wave of her wand… you’d think a moment, chill the fuck out, and decline her offer.

That’s the difference between thought and deed. It’s why reading someone’s diary is so heinous and self-destructive: you cannot hold them accountable for what you “learn”… but neither can you forget what you’ve just read.

Host a Red Square (AKA “Living Out of a Backpack Part 0”)

Want to host* a red square for a bit? And by that I mean: me, on your couch. You know, hosting-hosting. Not “hosting”.

I’ll write more about “perma-traveling” and working from a laptop, soon. Short version: it’s awesome.

For now, here are the bullets:

• This is something of an experiment. It’s going great so far. I’ve spent the last few weeks at the kickass and amazing Colleen Wainwright’s place in LA.
• I’ve spent the last few years turning this Twitter+Tumblr thing into something special. It lead to me quitting my job and making a living as a freelancer. It’s lead to amazing friendships with beautiful people, and my life has changed drastically. Who knew “posting stupid shit on the internet” could do all that?
• Now I’m taking it to the next level. Instead of flying back “home” to Brooklyn next week (to be with the admittedly kickass and amazing @EffingBoring and @phylhrmnix)…
• … I’m looking to keep bouncing around the west coast for a bit.

OK, but WHERE and WHEN?

• Contact me.
• Starting next week around 21-June. That’s just the beginning, though, in theory. More later.
• Any or all of: California, Oregon, Washington, British Columbia…
• … for now. Today the west coast. Tomorrow the world!
• One week, two weeks, three weeks… whatever. I can always fly back to NYC if I need to or want to.

I mean, yeah, paying rent sucks. I hate it, too. What makes you special? Do you NEED a place, or just WANT a place? 

• Want.

Can you provide anything in exchange?

• I’m open to doing some occasional bartering for web design / strategy / “social media” reality checks / etc.
• I could pay you money, but that would go against the grain of this whole freeloading hippie thing I’m doing.
• I’ll do your dishes and entertain your family and pretend to like petting your cat.
• Non-profit work extra-preferred on the bartering front.

How do I know you’re not insane / How do you know I’m not insane?

• You don’t / I don’t. (Though I don’t much care.)
• I’ll get a proper “perma-traveling” site up soon, post some “Facebook kissy face pictures”, and throw up a portfolio later when I’m between clients.
• For now, it’s all on faith, baby. You could read my Twitter, but depending on who you are, that might help or hurt.
• About me.

I think your idea is retarded and / or I don’t live on the west coast, but I love you and wish you well.

• I love you too.

To contact me, remove the lowercase letters:

Avoid refined sugar.

Rapture. I have questions

I’m on a westbound plane during Rapture tomorrow. Will everyone ascend at the same time worldwide, or is it a “rolling Rapture”, dependent on time zones? 

If it’s everyone all at once, and my grades aren’t good enough, is the FAA smart enough to mandate that all co-pilots be heathens? It would be ironic if those post-9/11 safety doors ended up killing everyone whose flight crews ascend to the sky mid-flight.

On the other hand, if it is a “rolling Rapture”, and I don’t want to spend eternity surrounded by Mormons, so I jump on an Asia-bound flight the moment I land in CA, can I avoid it entirely?

Finally, if I do get taken up from the seat of my plane, does being 60,000 feet above the ground at least mean I’ll arrive in Heaven early enough to get first dibs on top bunk? I hope so.