Direct Mail: Giving Zero Fucks…

Dear Vikram, how do I recover my creativity after Silicon Valley slurps up my soul? I feel like I’ve lost direction and even worse my ability to focus. I don’t even want to do technical things anymore. It is like the worst Silicon Valley hangover, your brain uses up all its…

Direct Mail: Compliments and Creepers

Hi Ernio,

Sometimes I make strangers nervous. I’m not a creep or anything — at least, no more than average (whatever that means to you) — but I give out compliments freely, especially when they’re staring at me in the face. I want to say…

An Open Letter to You — On Falling in Love

I don’t know where to begin.

It feels like an intimate journal entry, really, I’m embarrassed and cautious to share or publish under the assumption that someone will give a shit and read and relate. No one ever really relates…

Direct Mail: A Thing Called Love

Dear Devon,

Yesterday was odd for me. You see, after being single for a few years, I started seeing someone this summer. Last night, we went out to mark our 6 months together at a quaint Italian restaurant in Frisco because that’s what couples do…