Letters from Yogyakarta

Every so often I write a letter. It has the newest essay, the book that ruined my weekend, a strange fact I can’t stop telling people, and something I learned on a run, usually that I should have stretched.

There’s no schedule. I write when I have something worth your time and not before, which, as I’ve learned from twelve years of client work, is also the secret to never missing a deadline.

No spam, no tracking pixels I know about, no “just checking in”. The next letter goes out with the next essay. Unsubscribe whenever you like.