Happy pizza day
Why pizza day? Because pizza day makes me feel good. It’s a little bright spot on the school lunch menu, a moment in the day where I lose myself in the tastiest greasy goodness there is. I almost named this “pineapple pizza” but I didn’t want to step in it right off the bat. I know pineapple is touchy for some people, pizza-wise.
Also, a nod to Pizza Days, the pizza place near Tufts that was pretty cheap and gave you a free pair of socks with every large pizza. The socks were white cotton with “Pizza Days” stamped on each ankle in red Comic Sans. Mine wore a hole on the first wear. They perfected most outfits.
These are the aims of pizza day:
- To provide you, the reader, a pie of poetry, photography, and other projects I’m concocting. Plus (probably mostly) lots of chit-chat, email form.
- To get me, the writer, off of tik tok.
Ok but Earnest Ernest for a second—I spent a lot of time last year watching other people making art/music/crafts/writing etc on my screen, and I felt sad. I wanted in on it, but I felt (feel) scared of sharing things that I’ve made with the internet.
Enter pizza day, where I endeavor to be both brave and disciplined. Disciplined as in, I am quick to start projects and quicker to “forget” them, and I will not do that here. Mark my blog, I’ll be sending this email to you on the 6th of every month, rain, shine, or cryptocollapse. It’s time to write, goddammit!
Anyways, subscribe, it’s free. To quote my mom’s facebook post about viewing the Statue of Liberty from the Staten Island Ferry: “who says nothing's free in NYC?????” This surely is.