Tyler Weaver's Blog, page 36
August 10, 2019
(Currently) 10aug2019
Newsletter 0062 drops tomorrow morning. See you Monday.
Remembered Dog Food, Forgot Coffee…
…and am thus attempting to make it through my morning in the lukewarm embrace of Earl Grey, Bold, allegedly. While I’ve long pondered the potential health benefits of switching from coffee to tea, the problematic nature of my capacity to stay conscious at present is anything but a sterling endorsement of the coffee-to-tea switch / please pardon the lack of imagination on display here (even if I’m only talking to myself) / must make it to the grocery store…(words go here)… I think that’s all I...
August 9, 2019
Bad Blood / The Inventor
Waited to watch Gibney’s THE INVENTOR until I’d read Carreyrou’s BAD BLOOD and I’m not entirely sure that that was fair to Gibney’s effort: whereas BAD BLOOD was a riveting page-turner (though not devoid of structural and pacing issues), THE INVENTOR, in its order of absorption, felt like little more than a companion film: I don’t know any more about Elizabeth Holmes’s motives – Gibney takes a “here’s what happened, draw your own conclusion” approach – and the genesis of her remarkable gift f...
August 8, 2019
It Could Just Be Thursday
Though the question’s been a nigh-constant since I embarked upon this creative life, this iteration of the creative life, whatever, the question – what if I’m wrong? – has been screeching louder and louder these past few months, these past few months of getting nowhere and impatience, these past few months, this past year, of one emotional clusterfuck after the other…
What if I’m wrong and I’m not a writer? what if this is just another failed iteration, like being a Jell-O Chef when I was fiv...
August 7, 2019
In Lieu of Cake…
… which would probably kill me anyhow and, at the risk of sounding like a certain data-guzzling tech-douche, on this, the occasion of another page of my life-calendar falling to the burn barrel of ash and yogurt containers, a new challenge to myself in behavioral transformation: to not be so shaken by interruptions to my routine, to be more flexible–or at least as flexible as I can be–able to return to the track, no matter how seismic (I perceive) said interruption (to be).
(For those interes...
August 6, 2019
Of Wrist Radios and Matte Paintings
A trip to a nearby antique store yielded not only Porky Petunia, the gigantic resin piggy bank (joining The Morkie, Puffy Petunia, and The Jorkie, Scruffy Petunia) that now stands guard over the living room chaise, but also, thanks to a McDonald’s cup and a luncbox, an urge to rebuild my collection of memorabilia from Warren Beatty’s DICK TRACY – a collection decimated somewhen between my noughties exodus from the cabin in the woods for Boston and my return; pretty sure I had all of the (inex...
