𝓇𝒶𝓌 & 𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve dreamed of constructing a giant labyrinth.

My passion is sparking delight through the absurd and bringing people together with creative scheming.

Lately I’ve been strengthening my professional network by shitposting on LinkedIn.

The night started like any other: I was feeling mischievous, and decided to get up to no good.

For years (two of them), I have been making jokes about going to The Raccoon Hole, a mysterious and indeterminate landmark that a few friends have alluded to.

Four years ago, I decided to make my inner child proud.

It’s confusing when someone changes their profile picture.

In honor of recently leaving my job at LinkedIn, here’s my collection of corporate “memes” I amassed in my four years of bureaucratic servitude.

I believe in primarily using the internet to enrich the outernet.

Gather round my pilgrims, for today I shall recount the tale of Soupsgiving.

My dearest landlubbers, Today I shall recount the tale of my voyage to Alaska, zero score and three years ago.

Every Tuesday night I get sloshed off $1 margaritas.

Schemes are my love language.

Today I’ll teach you how anyone can "graduate" from the University of Michigan!

I may not be “the face that launch’d a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ilium,"1 but I am the face that launched a thousand tech bros to beat the shit out of each other with inflatables, and I think that’s just as powerful. oiled up men fig…

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From a very young age, I’ve been passionate about charity.

Organizing Sit Club as a parody of Run Clubs, plastering cryptic bean-themed posters around the city, distributing free stickers that meme tech leaders - what do all these projects have in common?

When we held Sit Club (an alternative to Run Club), Mackenzie was quoted in The SF Standard: “The only time I’m running is if I’m being chased.”

Nobody actually likes running.