Your name is Zion. Today, you open your eyes to us and to our world. Let it be known that your chosen name comes not from a century-old political movement, but from a far deeper rooted standing and relevance. Your arrival earmarks a turning point in our unending story. I see your gaze is earnest, interrogating with questions of preparedness. I vow to you, my son, to help filter out the gobbledygook of our times, and to raise you to be a good man. Until then, enjoy the monkey print bedding set we got for you. Love, Papa.
Rich in 99 words
Richard is a technologist / satirist / skeptic hybrid species (genus : teknosatirskeptis). He has spent most of his life in New York City, aside from his undergrad stay at Syracuse University where he earned a degree in English while narrowly escaping hypothermia. He preaches quality by day at R/GA while curating SPLIT Quarterly and various side endeavors whenever he gets a chance. He currently resides in Manhattan’s Upper West Side with his wife and son in an overpriced, undersized apartment full of gadgets named after notable writers. He enjoys chrysanthemum tea, 70% cacao, cookies and avoids celery at all costs.
