I went to nyc again

An experimental post. Might feel similar to patch notes but want to play with the form. Probably post through blot first for a publish loop. I visited about a month ago and wasn’t planning on being back so soon. A few weeks prior my friend Cody and I got to scheming and came up with the shape of something to demo in-person for a discord we’re in; called DEF. It would also be NFT NYC week which means people descending from all over to attend talks, parties, and events; from the ridiculous to the banal.
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furnishing a nest

Dakota Ridge Trail, Sanitas Valley, Boulder, CO 📍 writing from Boulder, CO Almost two months since arriving to Boulder: a newfound stillness, structure to my day, a consistent place to sleep. A few months ago a friend and I caught up. He lovingly advised I slow down in life, for my own good and health. I think I finally have. I’ve started meeting friends. Meetups, uber drivers, parties, film festivals.
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making friends on the internet

There are almost eight billion of us on this planet, ten thousand likely very similar to yourself. The Internet is a typical person’s best hope for finding and connecting with them. Mount Sanitas Summit west, Boulder, CO I enjoy life in large part thanks to friends I made on the internet. These friendships have led to jobs, romantic adventures, stays in dreamy oceanside villas, global hackathons, and countless transformative and wonderful experiences.
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two weeks in Boulder

Fourteen days since I packed my rented Jeep Grand Cherokee full of my earthly possessions (and some new ones from Amazon), said my goodbyes to family, and set off east towards Denver. Naturally I decided to make the 18 hour drive in one go. I would look a little worse 24 hours later I fear I am approaching the conclusion of the age where I still have both the desire and the energy to pull something like this off without dying, so I’m taking full advantage of it.
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charting course in a hurricane

Garner Pass in Torres del Paine 📍 writing from Roseville, CA It’s been a wild few months. I was just starting to recover from a 100 kilometer trek through Patagonia 1 when a friend and I found ourselves crawling out of a totaled Ford Explorer2 in rural Chile, stranded in a town too small to need a gas station or an ATM. Not that we had any use for gasoline at that point; we were just happy to be alive.
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