January-March is a bleak fucking time and I'm over it. Give me a warm sun ray. Give me a walk outside in a light sweater.
Snow is nice in theory but by now it's all grey from mud and road salt. Let's move on.
Oh I fucking hate this god damn activity every single year I dread having to move 700 tons of snow out of my driveway. I also love the serenity of being outside, hearing the snow crackle as the errant snowflake floats from a tree branch to join its congregation. The rhythm of shovel-heave-breathe. The biting honesty of the cold. LOVE new England
HATE new England
this is worthy of celebration: the lack of video—autoplay video, noisy inane video, panicky video, algorithmic, dumb video, rabbit hole video, any video—on pi.fyi is a good thing
