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Triple Threat Weekend!

 Friends,

The end of the universe will be homogeneous. After all the stars burn out, in the dark of the “big freeze”, entropy will evenly distribute everything into a uniform blah —I believe ”blah” is the correct technical term. Fortunately, that’s well over a trillion years away. In the meantime, I think we should celebrate visible differences. The way I see it, the contrast of opposites helps us appreciate the qualities of both. Hot and cold. Work and play. Temperance and indulgence. As we enter this lunar New Year, saint Valentine’s Day, Carnival weekend —amidst the unending lockdown— think of it as the universe’s not-so-subtle reminder to enjoy! Safely, of course. Even though New Orleans and Río’s parades are cancelled, the spirit of Fat Tuesday can’t be scrapped (a last minute indulgence before Ash Wednesday rings-in Lent). Beijing may have banned New Years’ gatherings, but no one can cancel an attitude of renewal (that would be a lot of bull —get it? It's funny because it’s the year of the ox). And of course you don’t need to go out to share your friendship and affection (all you need are a dozen Valentines themed donuts). Speaking of which, I need to brave the big freeze and go get some.




Happy Friday!

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