When I had a fever over the weekend I had a weird dream about The Awl. In it, Choire Sicha (who in dream form bore a striking resemblance to my friend Thomas) called me on the phone from outside my apartment to ask me to please write a cooking column in Japanese, because it was what they needed to attract more teenagers to the site. There are so many things about it that made absolutely zero sense, but dream me was nodding along all, “of COURSE. Anything I can do to help! No, don’t pay me, I would be happy to do it for free because I just LOVE you guys.”
Last night I had my second dream (that I remember) concerning The Awl.
This time, the scenario was that the staff (!) of The Awl would squat in people’s apartments to use as an office for a day, and it was my turn. The only person there to exist in IRL was Balk, and he kept…
