First Word #11
Maybe it's enough for you.
Who's to say? Maybe it's enough for you. After all, they're playing the game on a shiny hardwood surface, and it moves with such beauty and ferocity across that surface . . . maybe that's sufficient.
Out of the Shadows // Gary Smith // Sports Illustrated
A few hours before Yom Kippur began last October—when I and other Jews abstain from bathing until sundown the next day—I was pepper-sprayed.
Universities Have Been Doing Trump’s Work for Him // Harley Pomper // The Nation
My father tried to kill my mother one Sunday in June, in the early afternoon.
Shame // Annie Ernaux
From Leonor.
“The New York City guys go blasting through traffic,” a young controller on Park Avenue quipped to his fellow beanied co-worker. Not that Park Avenue…
Sundance Film Festival 2025 // Alana Pockros // Screen Slate
Wonderful, spanning review of the festival by Alana who also writes her own Substack here.
Perhaps they were going somewhere to discuss the Second Amendment.
Rep. Lauren Boebert spotted getting into cab with Kid Rock at 2:30 a.m. // Oli Coleman // Page Six
Let’s begin with a single, extraordinarily revealing fact.
On a Painting by Hamishi Farah // Tobi Haslett // Triple Canopy
"Goodbye, Pamela Paul! You hardly knew us.
Good-bye, Pamela Paul // Andrea Long Chu // Intelligencer
Happy almost Valentine’s weekend. For you, the earth brough snow that sticks to the trees but not the sidewalk. I’d suggest taking a walk. Wearing pink and red and leopard print. Making a heart-shaped pizza (homemade or otherwise).
I have the birthmark/scar on my left cheek that looks like a kiss mark. Once I was told a girl who didn’t like me in college thought I literally kissed my hand and rubbed in on my face everyday. I think about that sometimes when I send the 💋 emoji.
Come to my comedy show tonight at 6pm in Bushwick— we’ll have fun and maybe even fall in love, and remember to send me first sentences this week.
Stay warm,
PG