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Hello, Friend,
Just a short video and post today (for a change.)
My favorite writer, Tom Robbins, passed away yesterday at the age of 92. I met him once, years back, when my roommate convinced me to join her on a frantic last minute drive from San Jose to Berkeley for a book signing. I didn’t know who the hell he was at the time, but I was down for a fun adventure. Even though we missed the event, he was still lingering around the edges and we managed to corner and coerce him into signing our books before he left. He was funny, warm, and gracious.
I don’t have that signed book anymore, alas. After reading it, though, I was a fan for life. If you’ve never read his books, do it. He is the antidote for the current Shit Show.
“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.”
Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
I’ll say it again for the people in the back, I do believe that art will save the world. And not some half-assed, co-opted, watered down AI version of art. The real messy, magical, magnificent stuff that will never, ever be replicated by the Tech Bros.
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It takes copious amounts of moxie, chutzpah, and caffeine to fuel this lady party. Maybe buy the lady a cup of coffee?
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