Musing

I swapped the subway for a bike, and lost two hours of daily writing time. So naturally, I built an AI-powered voice memo pipeline to recapture it.

The core fantasy is unchanged, cast in amber. But my relationship to it — and to the distance between fantasy and reality — has shifted profoundly.

To what extent is what’s good for the goose truly what’s good for this particular gander?

The challenge of reinventing strip clubs to appeal to today’s patrons.

I walk away in fear.

I find that if I mine my interactions with, and feelings about, various women in my life, I can learn a lot of interesting stuff. Mostly around my fear and uncertainty in dating.

More than anything, sex parties make me THINK. The day after a sex party, I’m filled with thoughts, imaginings, and reflections.

I write a blog, and have done for over a decade, so, naturally, I’m filled with narcissism.

I’m headed back to Chemistry, and very excited….

How dangerous am I?