- Believe in all of your teabag prophets.
- Imagine a world where everyone sounded like Shel Silverstein when they sang.
- Tell an outrageous – but convincing! – lie to a stranger.
- Speaking of singing, host and judge a small but serious Best Impressions contest with bosom friends. You may choose from the following musical artists: Billy Corgan, Eddie Vedder, Dave Matthews. Don’t get too competitive, though. Know that I’m going to beat all of you at everything in the final face-off.
- Ruthlessly ridicule all of your fortune cookies.
- If feeling particularly oppressed, write a letter to your oppressor inspired by Neil Young’s 1988 tirade to MTV. Take special delight in the term ‘you spineless twerps.’ Attempt to use this phrase three times today.
- Read a poem. Specifically, read this poem. (This poem is called Love, it’s by Matthew Dickman)
- Listen to this and like it.
- Consider getting one of these tattoos. Or, if you’re not into that, just take a moment to appreciate them.
- Buy this book – – or better yet, buy two copies. One for me. We’ll discuss at length. 10B: read and ponder the above article if today is a day you’ve decided to inject with self-pity and a fear of dying before you publish.
- Once it is night, try to stargaze. There are at least five constellations visible in even the brightest parts of New York. Report back on your findings.
- Take deep stock of any documents on your computer called ‘Tenuous Stand Up Comedy Routine.’ Revisit these. Resist the urge; withhold judgment. Think of these ladies and rejoice:
- A cliché, but worth it: text an old friend. If afeard, you can pretend it’s a butt text and then still see if it sparks a real conversation.
- BONUS: Look at and listen to this and love it.
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