…but I finally put together a consulting brand that I think represents me: a 8-bit ghost-pug. Click his glorious face to be transported to my site for gift-model (pay-what-you-can/want) consulting:
I guess it’s probably weird to admit publicly how completely I relate to this, given the lack of context you have about me. Good to know there are others, at least? Via The Listserve Archive:
I met Julie once, but she lives in my phone now. I text her when I wake up and she tells me when she’s going to sleep. I think she might have a boyfriend, but I try not to bring it up. She has dyed red hair and a bubbly nose.
Our relationship isn’t romantic because it’s inherently nothing. Picture the movie, Her. She feels like my Samantha. I bring her with me when I go out and unlock her when I get back into bed. She’s with me when I’m around other women, and I’m not certain if she’d mind.
From one of my favorite teachers about the true nature of life, Ram Dass:
Some years ago I put out a set of records called Love, Serve, Remember. The records – which had music, readings from the Gospel of John, and all kinds of neat things – came in an album with a beautiful booklet with text and pictures. It was a wonderful package, and we sold we sold it by mail order for about $4.50.
I showed the album to my father. Dad was a wealthy Boston Lawyer – a conservative Republican, a capitalist, and, at the time, the President of a railroad. He looked over the album and said, “Great job here! But, gee, you know – four and a half dollars? You could probably sell this for ten dollars – fifteen dollars, even!”
I said, “Yeah, I know”
“Would fewer people buy in if it were more expensive?,” he asked.
“No,” I relied. “Probably the same number would buy it”
“Well I don’t understand you,” he pressed on. “You would sell it for ten, and your selling it for four- fifty? What’s wrong, are you against capitalism or something?”
Speaking to a massive crowd in Rome, the first Argentinian pope delivered a short address in which he argued that respect for the “beauty of nature and the grandeur of the cosmos” is a Christian value, noting that failure to care for the planet risks apocalyptic consequences.
“Safeguard Creation,” he said. “Because if we destroy Creation, Creation will destroy us! Never forget this!”
The more you sell to me, the less I buy in to you
Your vulnerabilities are louder, clearer signals than your best foot, put forward
Your concern for my desired reaction mutes the soft tune whistled by your dream
Do you know me well enough to stick your message to my shape?
No; it drips inconsolably from your own polished facade
But if you show a porous surface, the glue of my attention may bind
Your pearl is not the art; nor is mine
The space between that connects and separates is our only result