Another Substack!
I moved home to California in August and remembered a few things:
I used to write.
I used to surf.
I am still stoked on these things after all.
While I can’t hold myself accountable here for surfing more, I can make sure I write more.
(I realize now the title of this thing is possibly deceptive — I am not stoked on most things. This will not be a particularly upbeat missive. I mean, I am funny IRL and sometimes in my writing? But mostly I tend towards something like if Old Celine was an essay. I am a youngish divorcée after all!)
I promise to write to you no more than once a week and no less than once a month. And in return, you will not unsubscribe too quickly or embarrass us both by noting how earnest I am here the next time we meet.
And in case you don’t know how you got here, this is me.
Okay? Okay. Here we go.