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Is connecting dots a love language?
a very short, random list of things from the last week

gm and welcome to issue 63. Last week I wrote about the celebration of life party I attended for someone who is still alive—David. As of yesterday, David is no longer in this world. His energy is out there somewhere now, and I wish it love. Same goes for those he left behind.
This week I don’t have much new to report. Things are moving along and the website is 89% done—the last 10% always takes 90% of the time, obvs—and I’ve got a neat winery feat inOregon visit in the works for spring. Otherwise, it’s just one day at a time. Which means there’s not a ton to share.
Except maybe this Dark Synthwave Mix my husband sent me, which I’m listening to rn.
With that, today’s issue is a short collection of random thoughts that may or may not feel coherent. Which, I suppose, describes most weeks of Babe. Shall we?

random shit
1. Have you see the Pharrell documentary that tells his story through Legos? It’s called Piece by Piece and I watched it last week and holy shit it’s good. Even if you’re not a fan of Pharrell’s music, there’s bound to be something in his body of work that hits—Clipse, Snoop, Britney, Daft Punk, Kendrick, Timberlake, Gwen, Kanye, Ariana, Jay-Z. The list goes on.
He’s just… on another level. In how he sees, processes, and makes.
2. Remember the pottery studio in the woods I wrote about a few issues back? The one I visited for inOregon? I connected the owner with one of my social media clients here in Bend—boutique home shop—and in about two hours I’ll be there with the potter, shooting video and taking photos while she talks about her work.
The shop is going to carry her stoneware.
I love connecting dots.

3. Speaking of dot-connecting, I also linked the local Dawn Dance Party crew (friends of mine who put on quarterly sunrise dance parties at small businesses in Bend) with that same home shop.
Last Thursday, a few hundred people showed up to dance in their parking lot. Music bumping pre-8am (some Pharrell in there, I’m sure), visible breath in cold air, morning light pouring over the pulse of it all—it was effervescent as fuck.
Here’s a reel I made from it. Hopefully it makes you feel like you were there.
the Dawn Dance Party in the parking lot at Area Rug Connection
4. I’ve got to wrap this and get ready to go, so there actually is no #4. Just this Daft Punk Robot.

That’s it for issue 63. Short and a little scattered, but maybe that’s the point.
See you next week.
xoxo,
lw
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