I love to look up a thing I've noticed my body doing (one eye occasionally blurry! not always! maybe my progressives are off or my RX needs updating?) and realize it's somehow a fucking migraine.

clocking in at the office

if you find yourself in the west village on what may be the hottest day of the year, I suggest stopping into Milk Bar for a cereal milk affogato. you will be so refreshed AND see through time and space.

there are people waiting in line to get pizza in this heat. line culture must be stopped!

Insta algorithm got my ass again, this time advertising a tour for The Tear Garden, which I am now gonna force Rufus to listen to. neither of us have work tomorrow, it's fine!

my desire to remember more things from years ago — for example, I am pretty sure I had a summer internship at a Dallas alt weekly one summer I was home from college, but I cannot remember anything about it or even the NAME of the outlet — feels like a real monkey's paw situation.

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the Cefaly device is just a fancy tENS unit you can stick to your forehead and connect w/a buggy bluetooth app, so it should not be as expensive as it is, and yet the relief — the PLEASURE — i feel from smacking this bad boy on my third eye for 20-60 minutes when I feel migraine symptoms is obscene.

I'm an adult. I'm not afraid of the air fryer attachment for the instant pot.

I would watch ten thousand hours of archival footage of Robin Byrd and her show and clips of her on talk shows in the '80s/'90s BUT ALSO current-day interviews and footage of her swanning around Fire Island and eating sundaes at Serendipity 3 with her life partner and their lil doggie.

I would be amazed and thrilled if this experience were to give Rep. Kean some sort of insight or empathy for others who can't afford even basic care.

it's always nice when I look up one of my dad's nonsense words and they are actually Yiddish and mean the thing he used that word for. (I suspect for some of them, I haven't hit upon the right way to phonetically sound things out.)

Move-out day in the East Village, 2026.

every genre is gothic if you remember one day we will die

Dear trans friends, I love you and stand with you always and please join me in the ultimate win (outliving our enemies)

Maya Deren cat videos. Didn't she have beef with Marjorie Cameron? then again, who didn't?

My 2026 has been a divorce-shaped Stygian nightmare of housing insecurity, drifting between Airbnbs, couchsurfing + housesitting. But the goddess just blessed me with my own tiny apartment! I need to move/furnish it for myself + kid almost from scratch: a humble call for help if you can to do so!

aqua aerobics sounds better and better the hotter the planet/my flashes get

trying to be chill about noodling around on a short story for "fun"

I had the incredible honor of interviewing the NYC porno public access queen Robin Byrd for @wired.com. We talked about her upcoming HBO doc, her LGBTQ advocacy, why Internet porn sucks. wearing boobs as a hat, and how she was inspired by Mister Rogers: www.wired.com/story/the-ro...

how does he get SO low what's the secret does he do a lot of Pilates his hip flexors must be incredibly strong

today's intrusive thought is the face Curtis Sliwa is making while he gets low on a pride parade float.

my dad absolutely loved Mel Brooks. "Blazing Saddles" was one of the two VHS tapes we owned back in the day (the other being "Yentl," of course). So I'm selfishly having some dead dad feelings today.

At 100, there's no question that Mel Brooks is foundational. His films and comedy have quite literally shaped pop culture. Just as important, I feel, was his work producing films for artists like Lynch and Cronenberg. Championing those with visions different than his own to the benefit of us all.

the review I've been waiting for.

a perfect summer Friday night: a nap after work, then a leisurely walk to a bookstore, dinner at veselka, another leisurely walk home, followed by a movie and snacks.

Universal Studios apparently believes it doesn't need advance praise from fawning influencers for 'The Odyssey,' opting out of access screenings that have become the norm in Hollywood. Nobody is happier about it than professional film critics:

all of my praise for the humble choose-your-own-adventure deli bar salad.

the transcendental meditation subreddit is so dramatique. I have noticed that some folks seem to mention this other thing, Natural Stress Release, and it turns out it was created by a former TM teacher who went rogue. the website looks like I hand-coded it myself in 1998. www.nsrusa.org

anyway, I just realized I have never read the copy I own of "Shaking a Leg," the collected writings of Angela Carter, which means there are words she wrote I have yet to savor like creepy little bonbons.

if there were a ferry to Coney Island, I would be such a happy little summer goth.

the Instagram algorithm gets on ass on the regular, but today's discovery was somewhat mind-blowing — an ad for a smart bracelet and Apple Watch app to help redirect body-focused repetitive behaviors (skin-picking, hair-pulling, all of that fun OCD-related stuff). habitaware.com

Older lady peeped the rainbow flag on my bike, asked in a thick Russian accent “It’s your Pride?” She told me her youngest grandchild is “not she berry or he berry but no berry.” I said “Nonbinary?” She got so excited. Yes! Yes! And “Is a secret, but they are my“ *looks around, whispers* “favorite.”

i know we've all agreed that sweet hummus is spiritually, if not literally, treyf, but i work from home, and sometimes the difference between feeling like i want to have a tantrum and die or not means shoving a bunch of protein in my mouth, in which case i turn to almond chickpea cookie dough.

please don't forget to direct your ire at us old Jews as well for electing such radical folks as Dad Lander. I will be 50 in a few months! I'm just getting weirder and angrier!!!

did not think this was real and had to go see for myself. crying

at a certain time of night, both Iggy and I regress to being cranky toddlers. (Iggy is a cat.)

NO MORE JABRONIS

Rufus is watching a black and white Japanese movie on Night Flight that I recognized on sight but conflated its title with Bauhaus' song "Rose Garden Funeral of Thorns," and that says everything about why our relationship works.

extremely stoked to never again call Goldman's office to tell his nice staffers that he suck shit (I make sure to mention I am Jewish when I call to complain about him sucking shit)

I feel so loved.

yay!

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Am I going to post every time I get an A in a class? yes, because my parents are dead. anyway, I got my first A in the other class I'm taking.

it's insane that Rufus doesn't have an agent! his first novel is like Finding Vivian Meier meets Russian Doll: the tale of a Polish cleaning lady who spends her spare time compulsively painting her weird mystic visions, her estranged daughter, and the rich guy who "discovers" her art after she dies.

I'm on the delightful Hiss and Tell podcast talking about pet loss, grief, and why we're so shitty to pet guardians who are struggling! Have a listen here:

ALL the cats are on the bed with me, which means I win.

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any of my Yiddish peeps know if this is a real thing or a Paul Miller special (made-up words my dad told me were Yiddish)?

it's insane that Rufus doesn't have an agent! his first novel is like Finding Vivian Meier meets Russian Doll: the tale of a Polish cleaning lady who spends her spare time compulsively painting her weird mystic visions, her estranged daughter, and the rich guy who "discovers" her art after she dies.