I mean, that’s fair and what happens when I leave comments before I finish marveling at my cup of coffee (which would be just as offended being called tea 😉) extend my apologies to the Powerade
Question why you would let your PowerAde get only half drunk. In this festive season, half-measures are unavailing. You should allow your PowerAde to get blasted.
What magnificent closing paragraphs Taylor! A great piece, one of your very best - which is saying a lot.
I live in a house built in 1790 and yours thoughts about your home fully resonated.
I also went with my daughter to see the outstanding Casper David Friedrich exhibit this year at the Met. I have the catalog, which I’ll show you if / when you and Riley visit.
Your return home is inspiring great writing, Taylor. Wishing you and Riley a blessed first Christmas in your home, and a cracker (in the Australian sense) of a New Year in 2026!
We would love to come visit and see those, Chris. He happens to be my favorite painter (probably too obvious but I know embarrassingly little about painters). Thanks for the kind words and Merry Christmas!
Remarkable essay. As much as your writing has resonated in the past, it feels like you've hit a new depth of feeling with this one. Maybe there's something in there air...
For me you just opened up some new ways of discovering where I am, how where you are plays such a large role in who you’re becoming. It brushes together an abstract painting I ‘hope’ the people after me can see as some form of our time here now, something resonating worth looking at. Thank you, and merry Christmas.
This touches on something I've talked about a lot with friends but only indirectly mentioned here, so it's cool that you picked up on that thread. Great comment, thank you, Merry Christmas.
Wow, you have cut to the heart of it all. I grow more reflective every year of the strange hope and impending cessation of Christmas. As you allude to, I wonder how that hope is like an escape from the mundane for so many. It adds meaning, an organizing goal upon which we all agree to look forward to and prepare for with diligence. Yet, then it melts away, and the illusion of meaning and connection dissipates in the dawn of a new year. We must learn to root our hope in something greater and deeper than a holiday, though the holiday of Christmas does indeed point to that very hope. Now that I have kids I think often about how I am one step closer to being an older generation, a past generation, a memory, a ripple in the great ocean of human history and culture. It is a good perspective.
I love the Gatorade bottle in the pic, hidden just enough that we work to find it. Beautiful
Jen, it's a Powerade and we're very sensitive about that in our household (jk)
I mean, that’s fair and what happens when I leave comments before I finish marveling at my cup of coffee (which would be just as offended being called tea 😉) extend my apologies to the Powerade
Question why you would let your PowerAde get only half drunk. In this festive season, half-measures are unavailing. You should allow your PowerAde to get blasted.
My Powerade fell off the wagon when this came out.
What magnificent closing paragraphs Taylor! A great piece, one of your very best - which is saying a lot.
I live in a house built in 1790 and yours thoughts about your home fully resonated.
I also went with my daughter to see the outstanding Casper David Friedrich exhibit this year at the Met. I have the catalog, which I’ll show you if / when you and Riley visit.
Your return home is inspiring great writing, Taylor. Wishing you and Riley a blessed first Christmas in your home, and a cracker (in the Australian sense) of a New Year in 2026!
We would love to come visit and see those, Chris. He happens to be my favorite painter (probably too obvious but I know embarrassingly little about painters). Thanks for the kind words and Merry Christmas!
You are always an instant click when anything comes through! Wow wow wow.
Appreciate that very much!
Remarkable essay. As much as your writing has resonated in the past, it feels like you've hit a new depth of feeling with this one. Maybe there's something in there air...
Thanks, man. I have reworked pretty much the entire way I write. Appreciate the kind words.
Beautiful writing; thank you, it really resonated.
Glad to hear that :)
For me you just opened up some new ways of discovering where I am, how where you are plays such a large role in who you’re becoming. It brushes together an abstract painting I ‘hope’ the people after me can see as some form of our time here now, something resonating worth looking at. Thank you, and merry Christmas.
This touches on something I've talked about a lot with friends but only indirectly mentioned here, so it's cool that you picked up on that thread. Great comment, thank you, Merry Christmas.
Wow, you have cut to the heart of it all. I grow more reflective every year of the strange hope and impending cessation of Christmas. As you allude to, I wonder how that hope is like an escape from the mundane for so many. It adds meaning, an organizing goal upon which we all agree to look forward to and prepare for with diligence. Yet, then it melts away, and the illusion of meaning and connection dissipates in the dawn of a new year. We must learn to root our hope in something greater and deeper than a holiday, though the holiday of Christmas does indeed point to that very hope. Now that I have kids I think often about how I am one step closer to being an older generation, a past generation, a memory, a ripple in the great ocean of human history and culture. It is a good perspective.