Year of the Rabbit
Hello. This is the first issue of Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit — a social network of one, delivered to your inbox once a month.
Pretty sure Substacks aren’t that hip anymore. But I haven’t really been blogging, nor tweeting, nor tooting, nor Letterboxd-ing. So, a newsletter, it is!
Bad luck
According to the Chinese zodiac, this will be the Year of the Rabbit — and I’m a rabbit! But if I remember correctly what my mom told me about this superstitious stuff: when it’s your sign’s year that means it will be an unlucky year for you. Inauspicious beginnings for launching a new thing. Oh, well!
Bad poetry
Here’s a poem I wrote right before lockdown:
Re: 2020 Q2 OKRs
Yes? I have something.
I’ve been thinking.
Instead of approving these OKRs
about increasing user engagement
ten thousand percent
and repositioning our brand
for “Create a Sense of Wonder 3.0” —
how about we move to a cabin
beyond the deep forest
across a wide river
surrounded by a desert
on top of a mountain
protected by a moat
and make friends with a bear.
Or a badger.
And just live like that for a while,
see what’s it like?
We could always come back here if we wanted,
take the elevator
return to this conference room
(or one just like it)
reschedule this call
for whatever time is good for you.
Yes? That’s a good point.
If we left this whiteboard behind,
we’d have to learn how to
build a fire
find water
irrigate
harness the sun for food and power
fix a boiler.
And, of course, we’d each have to get
our own cabins
on our own mountains
surrounded by a desert
for it to really work the way I imagined it.
But anyway.
Just an idea.
Let’s think about it.
I think there might be something there.
WTF
And here’s a video tour of the “world’s highest apartment”:
So many weird feelings about this.
Anyway, happy new year! (One down, eleven more of these to go. How hard can it be?) See you next month.
jf