This Morning in the SPACE
a unique experience
I love my mornings. I seem to need less sleep than when I was still working in Game A. Shortly after 5 am this morning, I got up, made my coffee, launched a beautiful YouTube video for background and opened my Substack Inbox.
No one on earth will have selected the same five articles as me, making my experience utterly unique and giving me a mild feeling of isolation and loneliness.
Five articles, five different vibes… I love the number five.
I do not have the time today to riff on these articles. I cannot begin to capture all the thoughts that they sparked in my mind. I began my reading with Galactic Elves and Baby Jesus by Jamie Wheal.
Several things have happened in the past few weeks that have left me alternately puzzled and kinda shook.
This is significant because it takes a lot to shake up Jamie Wheal.
But moving on, next up was Three Visions for Leftism by Arielle Friedman, not a big name in the SPACE but someone who, imo, is a very astute observer of the moment.
The Democrat’s recent defeat by the MAGA right has left their partisans scrambling to figure out what went wrong. Two main theories have floated to the surface: one, they lost their souls to milquetoast centrism, or two, they lost their sanity to wild-eyed wokeism. With this binary analysis, commentators have failed to appreciate the famous ideological diversity of the left, which includes Stalinism, Trotskyism, Third Way, social democrat, syndicalism—the list goes on.
Meanwhile on the ground, the public is reacting to three recent news events, each suggesting a different possible (but by no means comprehensive) way forward for the left.
For reasons hard to explain, I like the vibe of Unpsychology Magazine and Steve Thorp and I read that There are no edges...
Our culture seems to operate on the assumption that everything is contained; that there are boundaries that can be thrown up, sustained and understood… The point I’ve been nudging away at, however, is that there are really no edges.
For reasons that I could explain, but won’t this morning, I read RUIN ME, PLEASE by Alyssa Allegretti.
In real life, most men do not reform. Many men cannot desire women over the age of 30. In the fantasy, the rake becomes the husband.
My last selection was by Leland Beaumont who asks a very good question, What Ought We Do?
Yet, even amid this busyness, there is room for stillness. In those quiet moments—while journaling, meditating, practicing yoga, or simply breathing deeply—we might pause and ask ourselves what truly matters. What do we care for? Whom do we care for?
Shortly after 7 am Pat joins me and, as usual, we have our morning chat…