New year, new numerology. How so? Simple. Just add it up. One plus zero plus two equals three: 2023. No, wait, that's the old year, I guess, so best add a one for no back to the future reason whatsoever and bring it all to a nice, round 2024. Look, do I really have to get Bobby Puleo back on the line? Because I'd like to, believe me. Rabbit holes often yield great graphic possibilities, the reminder of which is that I need to be extremely brief in nature for the nonce, if I may sound so Shakespearean and shit.
Anyway, if you've been paying attention to our social nitwittery then you're no doubt aware that we've added a new rider to the StrangeLove roster: Monica Torres. We're over the moon about it, if I may sound like a Georgian schoolgirl circa 1946 [1], and, quite frankly, this announcement should have appeared here well nigh two weeks ago now. Why hasn't it? Well, there's no real good excuse other than the fact there's a fuck lot going on at the moment and there are only so many hands to keep all the balls in the air. Portentous, no? Indeed. We'll start spreading the news sooner or later about all the things to come, but until then we're continuing to warmly welcome this addition to our family. —Sean Cliver
(Photo of Monica by Mason Miller)
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1. Like love, language knows no bounds, and I refuse to not celebrate the diversity of dialects and eras that have been amassed and trashed in one lit linguistic heap for the ages.
Congratulations to the new riders. I look forward to what this coming year will bring to us from the minds at Strangelove.