Buddies: Tabitha Mammalian and Jim Gregory Sowders Acrylic and paint marker on canvas

A review of Melanie Index, the new novel by @ericblix.bsky.social forthcoming from @erratumpress.bsky.social. Would that I could type all this into its own thread but I am far too lazy to reword and reword and whatnot. I dug this book v much and, as evident in review, cannot recommend highly enough.

Some albums I just cannot get enough of rn. Underrated gems, the lot of em.

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After pawing for what’s felt like eons at the Invidicum that lived inside my Goodreads account, I have grasped that over-plump apple at last and have begun the month(s?) of eating it. Despite its erudition and digression, though likely because of them, I can’t seem to put it down. Shandean and lush.

Maybe this makes me some form of chud, but I’ve read two Kundera books and plainly do not understand the hype to any degree. I haven’t read his holy Musil yet though so maybe that’ll enlighten me to some murky facet of his work I can’t see thru the smudges of my general distaste for his personality.

RIP

HELTER SKELTER 53,978 words 14 days

Pleased to say that now that Appalachia has begun to shiver and molt mk.gee season has come back around in full force. Time to once again ruin my year-end Apple Music statistics with an album displaced between the old and the new, the warm and the frigid, lost to everything but me and my car stereo.

Earned through challenge (below) a copy of Erratum’s It’s Tough at the Top and maybe it’s the having worked in retail but I’m enjoying its depiction of middle-manager mediocrity and bureaucratic repetitiveness. It’s drudging up so many memories of empty loafers with its accuracy and it’s very funny.

Having only read House of Leaves, I went into Tom’s Crossing expecting it to be good, if a bit slow and predictable due to not only the length but the Western genre’s constraints, but I’m pleased to announce that I have been laden with a great shame for underestimating MZD. I can’t get enough of it.

Hundred pages into Infinite Jest and no one prepped me for how funny this book is. What do you mean there is wheelchair assassins????

Against no odds and to no one’s surprise I thoroughly dug the new T-Pynch. I’m glad he’s still having fun with the whole writing thing and by god it’s fun to read it. It was nice to run into Basnight again as I liked him in AtD, and I was eurekastruck by the timely (new movie) Skeet/Zoyd connection.

Congrats!

Had this neat computer-breaking idea to alphabetize every single letter of the KJV into one gigantic paragraph and self-publish the tome thru Amazon but after hours of trying and failing to finagle Notepad++ into cooperating with me, I googled it and found that that is already a piece in the SFMOMA.

Man I get on Twitter for like five minutes and I’ve got Tommy Wiseau in my feed givin me everything I don’t need from him. While he’s out of virtually nowhere on a disappointing patriotism and “bring GenZ back to God” kick I’m still hung up on my “give me Big Shark on DVD” kick. We are not the same.

Part of me is screaming PACKWATCH but then again the entirety of me has seen the video and so I’ve more or less concluded that indeed the pack has been watched. Unfortunate that the lesson taught to him wasn’t lived through to be learned from but he was never one to accept lessons, greedy and proud.

I haven’t been active: I found a toad in the bottom of a bag of Lucky Charms and it told me to beware the things which would soon grow in my throat. I had assumed it meant the coming words, but in fact it meant the more obvious warts. I’ve been warring with growths and polyps and can only now speak.

Monday Mini-movie🧵: I got a short one for this week. Pulling out another documentary that has been on my watchlist ever since the trailer went viral: Grand Theft Hamlet (2024). A film captured entirely within the virtual world, I am simply pumped to see GTA transform into medium of film.

Just saw a goth do the worm in the middle of a mosh pit. The guy’s playing bluegrass. I understand nothing. The world is an oyster and I’m one of those inflatable dudes they put outside of car dealerships. Loosely equipped and tightly strung. Life is short. Do the worm. Live hardet. Understand less.

Finally found a copy of Phenomenology of Spirit. Grail acquired for $10. And it’s annotated! Feelin the luck this day. I am not smart enough to read it but I’ll get there. Same for Tractatus. My tantalizing mistresses. I will hold these apples until I can eat them core and all with my big boy teeth.

I think I’m sufficiently depressed enough to start this. The mother of all chodes. #booksky

I have read Calvino in Rome. I have read Dante in Florence. I have read Beckett in Paris.

I’m increasingly getting into authentically logorrheic books (I’m fascinated by the internet’s creation of an eternal present with news updates making every passing second visible (and automartyrdom via bearing witness (and it creating a condition of solipsism))) and Mc Aloran may just fit the bill.

Monday Mini-movie🧵: Ozu’s final film by seasonal order: Late Autumn. A film that navigates its way through one of Ozu’s largest casts. Every character in this film plays into some significant story beat, however, the plot still revolves around daughters getting married off. #filmsky #movie #film

Not-So-Monday Mini-movie🧵: We’ve all had those weeks where work is extra taxing. I just had one. So this is a little late. An Autumn Afternoon is Ozu’s swan song. A bittersweet end to a long career, Ozu invites us into his final cinematic grappling of complicated emotions. #filmsky #movie #film

excerpt: lines 378-404 of a forthcoming work

After a number of years of staring at it in my up-next pile I finally started Hopscotch (following the long route) and haven’t been able to put it down. Joycean and constantly surprising. Lyrical and lunatic. Wrangled chaos, lightning in a chalk outline. I’m starting to think Cortázar might be him.

Monday Mini-movie🧵: With this week we near the end of this string of our Ozu marathon. The End of Summer (1961) is the penultimate movie the director helmed, which epitomizes end of natural cycles, old history becoming relevant once again, and the great muse - death. #movie #filmsky #film

Monday Mini-movie🧵: the next season in the Ozu catalogue is Early Summer. This movie is a thematic twin with Late Spring. Ozu explores his beloved themes of marriage, intergenerational communication, and another protagonist named Noriko. But does Early Summer improve upon Late Spring? #film #filmsky

Monday Mini-movie🧵: Continuing the Ozu seasonal movie streak, today I’ve watched Late Spring. This film has fissured the cinephile community more than Last Jedi did to Star Wars. After a few more rewatches, I may weigh in on *that* vase… for now, I just want to sing its praises #film #filmsky #movie

Monday Mini-movie🧵: It’s a short one today. One of the reasons Ozu has intrigued me as subject of study is how interchangeable his movie titles are. Using the seasons as a frequent movie title muse, I’m going to watch these films in calendar order starting with Early Spring.

Monday Mini-Album🧵: Normally, I talk about movies on Mondays but my favorite band - Black Country, New Roads - just dropped a new album so it’s time to amend that. Forever Howlong is an album I’ve been hotly anticipating seemingly for forever. Definitely well worth the wait. #musicsky #bcnr

Monday Mini-Movie🧵: I felt like crossing off a movie that’s been on my backlog for forever. This week I visited Ali: Fear Eats the Soul. One of Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s most acclaimed works, here Fassbinder experiments fast and loose with love, taboo, and melodrama. #filmsky #cinephile

Reading Solenoid by Mircea Cărtărescu and just got to this part, and feel like I've climbed to the top of a mountain!!

Monday Mini-Movie🧵: So I’m still thriving in my Ozu phase, so I’m going to briefly talk about his oddball comedy Good Morning (1959). The cinematic equivalent of drinking carbonated water, the film’s tone is so lightweight it could fly away despite coming from a “serious” director. #film #cinephile

Monday Mini-Movie🧵: In a late night post, my mind drifts towards Nosferatu (2024) helmed by Robert Eggers. Now with film’s hype and zeitgeist slowly coming towards a close, let us wade into the shadow of the monolith that is cinema’s greatest contribution to the vampiric lexicon. #filmsky #film

KINTSUGI Acrylic (and a little bit of blood as a treat) on 3’x4’ canvas

Monday Mini-Movie🧵: Today is the day for a double feature. Titan of Japanese cinema, Yasujiro Ozu is one of a small handful of directors to ever get a second chance at making the same movie again! We will juxtapose A Story of Floating Weeds (1934) and its remake Floating Weeds (1959). #filmsky #film

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