I hate the idea that I need to start a newsletter to get any of my thoughts out but every medium feels exhausting in a variety of ways that I can’t fully control. Inspired by the ongoing struggle to fire my last working brain cell into things we should probably care about less but spend a lot of time complaining of. Spending the bulk of my career whining and complaining has been surprisingly profitable and now, of all times, feels like a good time to start again.

After a short break giving AI control over my writing I’m now on the downswing, I hate everything I’ve written because everything I write reads like slop. Like reporting through a meat grinder from the back of my brain where there’s two ideas left but no energy remaining to push them through the filter of my frontal cortex. I can’t write because I can’t think, or maybe the opposite. I have approached this exercise with everything I got, a mix of consuming too much content from other writers who just constantly advise you “just sit down consistently” and write a certain amount on a daily basis and “I paid for a years worth of an Equinox membership so I have to go now.”

I signed up for beehiiv, thought about what to call this, got a domain name and now I’m gonna force myself to write either to vent or to ascertain control of my own dwindling mind palace by forcing the squatters out (or living with them which is apparently an effective strategy.) Which is where you’ve landed, welcome to Final Neuron.

This newsletter or whatever this becomes is the battleground for my last working brain cell, a space to complain and maybe vent, at times maybe I’ll tell you about a thing I learned or discovered. Consider maybe reading if you’re also struggling or frustrated, or even if you feel like you’d like someone to scream at. I can’t hear you anyway!