Three Photos That Spoke To Me This Week

The Pioneer #69

This one’s gonna be a quickie. Gone from your inbox in 60 seconds. 90 if you get extra time on tests.

Anyway…I did a little camera roll therapy today. Checked in on pappa icloud to see what he was up to. Wanted to see what my lens was capturing. What my screen was shotting. What struck my eye at this moment here on earth. At first, I wasn’t impressed. Nothing too aesthetically pleasing or mysteriously bespoke.. But that’s okay. I don’t go in for that much. I beat to the sound of my own horn. Sorta like poet laureate William Joel.

That wasn’t from my camera roll. But here are three photos from last week that were. I think they say it all.

Photo #1

Been crushing toast lately. Actually, crushing is an understatement. I’m single-handedly keeping the charred bread industry afloat. But I can’t take too much credit for my snack pivot. In many ways, I was inspired by friend of the newsletter Tanner, who brilliantly dramatized one’s toast era in an always pointed Could Be The Move vignette. Sometimes I’ll throw a preserve on there. Other times I’ll pivot to peanut butter. If it’s late at night and nobody’s watching, I’ll take it down naked.

The toast, that is.

Photo(s) #2

Bending the rules for the sake of cinematography.

I was watching Billy Friedkin’s To Live and Die in LA a couple nights ago for Elevator Pitch. A real slick one if you ask me. And this scene hit close to home…William Petersen (pictured above) has a certain performance style that I can only describe as guy who’s 100% aware he’s in a movie. Here he is aggressively sapping a High Life. Sapping it a little too hard. And anyone who knows Pioneerball knows this is a classic folly of mine.

Three finger grab at the neck of the bottle. Violent tipping action towards the lips. Tomahawk dunk back on the table.

Please refer to the second slide for the chaos that follows…A little Miller High Life cappuccino. A bottle that foams at the mouth. Unable to be sapped for the next 5 minutes.

This habit used to be a real insecurity of mine. Not anymore. Now I’m just like this guy. To live and sap in LA…ain’t that the damn truth.

Photo #3

At an old haunt last weekend. Sean Connery shootin’ 8 ball in the top right corner should be a dead giveaway…Que’s. But move your gaze down to the circle I’ve drawn out. Within it is The Caniac Kemba and a new friend of his. Uber was outside. 5 minutes were on the clock. But Caniac took his time here at the bar. Seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the word he was having with this cat. A few minutes later I asked what was discussed.

“I showed him my new scheme…” he told me. “Triple left to X right connect, indy long level drag tight end leak.”

Just a good reminder to go Brian Grazer mode this weekend. Have a curiosity conversation. Might just talk scheme if you’re lucky.

One Fit For the Weekend

Caught this during a Titanic rewatch…Bill Paxton’s nautical drip should be illegal. Luckily he’s out on international waters.

Recs

To Live and Die in LA (MOVIE) - Whole damn movie’s pretty good while we’re at it. Dafoe is truly a sick puppy in this one.

The Trading Desk (ARTICLE) - This piece came across my desk the other week. Michael Lewis’s original Moneyball piece for New York Times Magazine. Sometimes you gotta go back to the source. This is that time. Earn it.