Lev Novak

Welcome to my generation: raised on outsized ambition and dwindling resources we have nothing to eat but each other.

Ben and Jerry’s may be the best, most perfectly rounded and satisfying product in all of America and it deserves our constant praise.

The slacker is defined but what he doesn’t do, but that’s incomplete. A person can’t be defined by absence. So what does the slacker do?

Are you still not sure that Kanye isn’t slacking?

I am not going to argue that ghosts exist. I am, however, going to argue that ghosts are awesome and universal, repeated and folded over throughout cultures and myths.

Like most things, I’m writing this for myself. It might help you.

I’m tired of stark, deathly stories about loss and grit in poorly defined post-apocalyptic worlds. I’m tired of everyone doing their best “The Road” impression writing stark sentences. That move like this. About death.

You could’ve been a hero. Now you’re just a man who played baseball.

Time is a currency. Spend it well.

Find an honest reason you want to do something and you will get it done!

It seemed like a basic premise.

I didn’t crash and burn. Nobody noticed or cared, cringed or wrote a think-piece. We were seventeen, in a pre-Twitter world, and the misstep was private.