Mick Jagger gingerly art directs Andy Warhol in this letter from 1969…
This makes me smile. This, and knowing that this is what he came up with:
It’s really not that difficult of a concept.
In terms of, like, instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
—John Mulaney (yet another comic I have a crush on)
I really don’t understand why I am always so much better at cleaning up other people’s messes instead of my own.
And I mean that quite literally. You spill a glass of milk and I will mop that stuff up faster than you can say “Ow now brown cow”.
I spill a glass of milk and I throw a box on top of it for a while, forget about it, start wondering what “that smell” is and next thing you know, I’m cutting a milk spill shaped hole out of the carpet with an X-acto knife.
There is a difference between the people you can’t say no to and the people you only want to say yes to.
Seriously though, throw on a purple hat and an oversized green robe and I’m Dopey from Snow White.
Well, I’d probably need ear extensions too. But the resemblance is there, I swear.
In other news, homemade iced coffee is so much better than iced coffee from anywhere else. Thank you, Coffee-mate (no, I don’t care that you’re bad for me).
Here’s the truth:
Everything you do in this life will eventually be forgotten.
A harsh reality, but accurate. Unless you plan on taking the entire world hostage, or being the one to rescue the planet from said maniac, there will come a time when no one that is still living will know who you are or remember anything you did with your life. Whether it’s in fifty, a hundred, or a thousand years, this is inevitable.
There are two ways to look at this. You can let this statement suck you down into the darkness and overwhelm you with the thought of, “what’s the point?” That’s the easy way out. And we’ve all taken it from time to time. And there is no shame in wallowing in that deep, beautiful melancholy of despair. For a little while. But you can’t stay there. You can’t make a home in darkness.
Because here’s the head to that tail. You can find comfort and motivation in that truth. Comfort because any mistakes you make, any failures, fiascoes or soul-crushing shames that you’re convinced you just cannot live through - well, don’t worry, they will pass. And in the grand scheme of things, they don’t really matter.
And the motivation? Well, nothing starts a fire inside quite like the need to prove something, or someone, wrong. Take that sentence and show it the error of its ways. Refuse to accept the ordinary. Dare to defy the norm, to exceed expectations. Because trust me, those moments will be memorable to you, which is what truly counts. See that truth as a thousand voices telling you that you’re not good enough, that you don’t deserve to get exactly what you want. Have the courage to silence them. Because honey, everybody roots for the underdog. So go ahead and surprise us.
I need these boots in my life. The hat, too. The whole outfit really.