Welcome to Exquisite Excrement by me, Danielle Küchler Flores
This idea of the newsletter started on a night all of my friends were busy and I stayed home alone with the internet*. Sometime around midnight the immaculate conception happened: a vision of all the things I could write about and how cool it would be to have a newsletter. As a side effect I would get into the routine of writing and some people would be reading it (no biggie) – and they would love it and await the newsletter with great anticipation (no biggie). It would then be shared and read all over the world and I would be invited by my favourite show host, Jimmy Fallon to talk about this amazing project. The reviews would read something along the lines of “Groundbreaking work!”. [insert sound of audiences clapping] I would definitely end up with the gods in the Olympus. (no biggie)
After this hazy night of deep and life-creating love between me and the mass consumption society, I went about daily life as a proud mother to be, planning the brith of the newsletter, looking for names and making plans and lists for it.
Surely enough I ended up overthinking it by creating rocket high expectations for my unborn newsletter. “Maybe it’ll become a doctor,” I went on dreaming pregnantly, “a surgeon, or even better an astronaut! And from its intergalactic mission my baby will bring back a star from a galaxy far, far away and gift it to me. And no, it won’t have been done until then, it’ll be the first star to be successfully brought back to earth; and yes my baby will be the best!!!”
Oh good lord, the poor thing doesn’t even stand a chance to be normal, to be what it wants to be, to try, to fail, to be one of a million, a common, insignificant Newsletter…
[deserted field - wind whistle] Knocked up and alone with the baby bean inside of me, I sobered up and faced reality. Abortion would be an option… But I have aborted so many babies before so I decided to keep this one. I decided: “This Newsletter will live!” That’s now a fact – and no matter what it’ll become, I will love it unconditionally.
It will reflect my thoughts and be the outcome of me digesting the world. It will manifest my legacy as a magnificent piece of writing, that none will ever read and be stored somewhere in the world wide web. It will be my newsletter. I will love the crap out of it and – just as a 3 y/o shows mama and papa the doo-doo in the toilet – I WILL BE PROUD OF MY SHIT – It will forever be my Exquisite Excrement.
Now I will try to summarise it in simple words. With this newsletter I will be sending you my dump of thoughts every week. Think of it as a way for us to meet up for drinks in a very pandemic, ergonomic and time effective way.
From my conceptual rant, I can tell you some of the intended topics and outlines of this. I will be writing about little anecdotes from my life and thoughts and questions in relation to it. I might share thoughts on films, books, series, songs, memes I consume. And all in a easy breezy form. So yeah basically, it’s like meeting up for drinks only you don’t get to talk - hahaha - jk. There is a comment section, feel free to use it.
That’s all folks! Thanks for tuning in and see you very berry soon!
*it’s all my friends fault for not having time to hang out with me. The failure is theirs not mine. Phu, I get to deflect. Now I can hit send. And you are doomed to read this! Thanks for the support.
In the meantime, tell your friends!