Ten Little Missions
The notebook used to run lists like this—absurdist weekend missions, jokes with no point at all. Sleep with famous people you’ll never meet, swap your roommate’s salt, get free underwear from American Apparel and resell it, download obscure songs. The appeal was purely the pointlessness. You could post something with no purpose, no outcome, no meaning, and that was enough. That’s what blogging actually was for a moment. You can’t really do it anymore. It worked then.