Dear all,

Welcome to Newsletter #1–soon to be reformatted, un-subscription options attached, recipients added and escaped. Perhaps, a bright yellow.

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We're back! The full moon in Aquarius has me feeling bi-weekly. I'm not quite sure what Has it been too long?

The e-mail is still black-and-white and there is NO unsubscribe button. This being said, what is technological upgrade if not a recurrent, unfolding, and ambivalent promise? Keep expecting this introduction..

I'm dedicating this week to the tactile, bouncy, erratic, and slow. By which, I really mean circular? After all that, why not be thankful for the moon?

xoxo (as always)
Charlotte

The Weather: Today, the weather is a philosophical dilemma, thereby giving stature to their animalism, grandiloquently label their nothingness problem, which horrifies them, as a Philosophical Good, and thus gets credit for being deep.... Seeking a skillshare for ungrowth. Not ungrowth as in shrinkage but the un-growth that happens when you drink from the water can that sprinkles your toes and not the ground below them. A type of time-travel, really. The type of moving forward that actually unravels as it paces.

I have sweet potatoes, blueberries in yogurt, morning cereal mush in return. I imagine we share a meal revolving around tuna salad. It really is that simple and sweet!

xoxo,

The Weather: Today, the weather is a rebellion of over half the population, particularly when it's made up of people working on it. Even though off the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male establishment because:...
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A straggler! Speculative together meals the gift basket. Another oozing week and then some....

Today Dear all,

The winter of 2016/17 was all about intentionality, autonomy, and disco. Maybe you were there? It was decided over lunchtime. Connecticut's first snow was impending.... Years and meals later it's time to revisit—earnesty hangs around but I'd never ask that of you. Only good faith!

In the spirit of loops, cycles, rest & rejuvenation, I want to be clear with my intentions for you and this newsletter. In the midst of global uprisings and a pandemic, among every other crisis packed into the habitual Now, I have no interest in e-mailing a ascci art of a heart inside an envelope ascci heart envelope saying 'Be mine?', xoxo, PLUR, ACAB, etc...,

Charlotte

The Weather: Today, the weather is a rebellion of over half the population, particularly when it''s made up of people working on it. Even though off the coast tomorrow. Heat advisory remains in effect...