Editor’s note: Not for nothing, but I am a little taller than AI gives me credit for1.
I should have done this at the holidays, but sometimes you don’t recognize the need to slow down until it’s right in your face.
Dirt Nap is taking this week off. And, maybe next week too. I’ve been chugging at a regular pace for the past 34 weeks, delivering content that is emotional, informed and/or introspective. Every entry includes some research and interviews, and I need a some time to catch up.
I also need your help on content ideas. First, I’m always seeking candidates for Griever’s Digest entries. These can be Q&As with me or freeform essays. Your grief. Your call.
I want to get an idea of the topics you want to read. I have about 10 more topics either completed, in progress, or on deck. But, I’m having one of those lulls where I need some help thinking about what’s next, or what should be next.
Reach out and let me know. If you are reading this in your email, just hit reply. Otherwise, drop me a line at dirtnap@substack.com.
I’ll respond as soon as I wake up from my nap.
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I asked Microsoft’s AI product to produce an image based on the following description: Show an overweight man with brown hair and sunglasses napping in a hammock next to a rivers while dolphins are playing and otters are swimming, while pterodactyls fly overhead. I want my otters, dammit.