Nostalgia for the Future

I wrote this two February’s ago, on the eve of what became the most stressful month of my life. Going through old essays today, I think this one has an interesting resolve. Hope you do too. 2/17Airplane I just finished Joe Biden’s new book Promise Me, Dad with a sense of hope. He left with …

Dazed and Confused

I was late for a quiz – freshman calculus, 9am on the other side of campus. I had a black book-bag, bright tangerine bike, shorts and a t-shirt. Maybe a little toothpaste still in the corner of my mouth. Jumping into the bike lane with Jay-Z fueling each pump, I’m bookin’ it. My gears are …

Failing to Plan

Failing to plan is planning to fail! I’m starting to disagree. Planing hinges on one massive assumption: it is better to have a plan. To be a modern human is to plan. Why not? It creates a prepared solution for when problems arise. To plan feels natural, like the right thing. It seems like the …

Strangers

I just got back from coffee with a stranger; I’m still not sure his name, but we’re getting a drink this weekend. We met two months ago in the basement of a jazz club. I heard him speaking English as we passed each other on the stairs, so I said hey. Turns out, he recently …

A Perspective on Perspective

Perspective is a superpower we all have to immediately shift reality. If you look under a microscope, you’ll see an alien drama happening all around you. Predator and prey, life and death, kinship and cooperation – a world we walk through, that lives within us. Zoom out a little further and you’ll find a war …

A New Marketing Strategy

I want to point out a marketing trend I’ve seen throughout the last few weeks – it’s fascinating to me. The deep integration of brands with an influencer. I’ve seen it a few times, but the same way with two brands: Yes Theory and David Dobrik. These two influencers both have millions of followers and …

Flying with Iron Man

It was a crisp, rainy day on Pawley’s island. My family had rented a little beach house for a week on the Atlantic to celebrate… something important. I was too young to care, but there are three things that stuck out from that weekend. My Aunt K. freaking out after learning I had never seen …

The Other Me

The only reason I am not Jake Duran today – my abuela. Abuela has the youth of a college freshman and the patience of a Saint. But dear lord, she can not make a ‘J’ sound to save her life. My parents came to her with their unborn son’s new name. Beaming and waving at …