we need to show less forbearance with people in tech who produce creative work about how sorry they are that they’re in tech. i mean this in a very value-neutral way re: the ethics of tech or whatever; you’re either in tech or you’re not. the cafe across the street is hiring too

it's insane how much applying to things we make artists do. that's basically the last thing you'd expect them to be good at

it’s important to have an argot shared only with your partners and intimate friends so that when you get drunk and worse at context-sensitivity everyone thinks you’re very strange

imagine if we replaced learning with using the computer. sounds awesome so far. and the computer is replaced with a series of bright colours & pleasant sounds, or perhaps lincoln logs. then we could replace facts with pleasant assemblages of concreta, combined to form Enterprise

if someone over the age of eight begins describing their activities as ‘building infrastructure for…’ you should cut them off by describing the cambridge capital controversy and then reminding them that the wikipedia list of megaprojects isn’t real

clarity in philosophy is mostly about replacing the language you speak, one where you can’t be sure which inferences are ok to draw from an assertion til you’ve seen someone else assert the same, with another language, where no-one at all knows which inferences are fine to draw

i’m posting from inside a vaulted dome. your rude messages only buttress my keystone.

the university was an exercise in professionalising epigrammatists and while it succeeded in that aim we discovered thereby that we mostly just preferred regular epigrammatists anyway

3/3 baristas at this third wave coffee shop are currently attributing their middling college acceptance outcomes to discrimination against the upper- but sub-upper-upper-middle class

while no-one would be made better off exactly by my proposed ban on ‘floss pickers’ at least we would all have the advantage of knowing how it really is

i made an amtrak with ~10 seconds of margin by a 300m sprint from uber to platform; the amtrak cafe car coffee lid malfunctioned and 100% of my clothes got doused with scalding coffee. in both cases i felt strangely little, yawned & re-napped. pyrrhonian skepticism confirmed

real dialogue you hear in dc: ‘well it’s hard to decide, i do love austin a lot’ ‘i was just in dallas, i *really* liked dallas’

the main testament to the work of mies van der rohe is just how bad every building ever by an architect who saw themselves as responding critically to mies is

if you're 'redefining the possible', coreweave, why did you need to buy skippable 30s youtube inventory to tell me this? and more to the point is it even conceivable someone redefining the possible would tell me this to the tune of postal service such great heights?

empirically speaking it’s more difficult than you’d think to tell republican staffers and touring groups of middle schoolers apart

whatever advertising agencies and/or wendy’s may say i do not believe i should have to hear the phrase ‘whether you’re a creamy ranch girlie’ on the radio

gemini 3 still can't read my shorthand even a little, so if you're trying to hide anything from cryptographically gifted AI models i've got you covered for at least a few years

the first region of the ‘usa’ to abolish gender was the pacific northwest, where it dissolved in 2031 following an rei employee losing the ability to conceptually distinguish (long vestigial) men’s & women’s sections. hiker persisted as the only gender til the 2040 reform act

under communism shrimp will own all the property, and we’ll be the serfs

i like to play this game where i scroll through my zotero and go ‘boy, i read *that*? and that too??’

i get oddly mixed reactions when i tell people communism will be like one big ikea

i have come into knowledge of postdoctoral funding of which others could hardly dream. if you’re not mailing a printed out excel sheet alongside a USB stick via DHL or securing an official Six-Year Accreditation of Merit from a municipal government you’re not grinding

under communism every kitchen shall have a little chute dispensing brunoised onions. probably the lowest-hanging-fruit basic good for social provision, time-savings & all that

in spite of not ever actually having been a microsect member myself i have a frankly quite problematic character-building view of doing one’s time in the microsect mines and so never put very much work into dissuading people

i realised my off and on productivity of late was caused by not listening to enough dub while working

up until the nineteen thirties every educated person was allocated one french phrase to use injudiciously in casual conversation when they couldn’t figure out what they really meant to say. lytton strachey’s was écrasé, kayla abused vis-à-vis for six months

three of the past four days i’ve said ‘don’t be so heteronomous’ & each time to a different person. a legitimately insane thing to say even prior to considering it’s something i’m telling the other party to do

the secret is that we keep marxism sort of confused & rough around the edges so that you (you in particular!) can have the joy of setting it right. it’s like a proof left to the reader, or those scenes in video games where you have to press the X button quickly to save the world

my meat has become gamey

i believe i have in me the kind of groupie skills that could’ve made the floruit any a-minus-or-worse-list musician about ten to fifteen percent better

i think if i could invest in anything it would be the little silver spouty milk guys they have at certain diners. many places are still on giving you second dribbly cups. i can’t say i see the spout guys going anywhere but up

the best time to publish journal articles is 12, before you know anything or are capable of learning the things other people have said on the topic. the second best is posthumously, judging from when evan reviewed a dead guy’s article & they didn’t make him do evan’s revisions

if you tried to regress my posts per day on my physical distance from partner you would probably get like an R of .95 or something

yesterday someone told me i looked like a sixty year old and someone else asked me if i was married and tried to introduce me to a family facetime call while in airport security. i’ve finally hit my stride

you guys wouldn’t even believe how many things i’ve found, drawn out, rendered, readdressed and revivified in job letters lately

i accidentally got a plenary indulgence last month but i’m saving it for when i do something actually bad

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when i was a kid i discovered that once something (e.g. a backpack used to ferry lunchboxes) started to smell like sandwiches it was pretty much irreversible, things would be just like that now. for this reason i have a real moment of panic whenever i smell sandwiches at home

i think the only remaining engine of homoeroticism in america’s embarrassingly heterosexual libidinal economy is those washington dc staffer dudes-only-house roommate relationships, which become by one’s early 30s indistinguishable from marriage except in being more charged

the design of the floss picker is to tempt the weary or forgetful with a detailed dream of flossing—a task that its fixed extension and short thread make impossible to achieve with any success. in this way it functions as a synecdoche for the whole ‘convenience store’

psa

i would say i think of maryland as the esoteric jersey

the existence of bookstores selling new trade press books not yet dedicated to dramione romantasy already strikes me as a kind of conceptual anachronism

cozy autumn vibes

for good company only

there’s much right about the resist fascism/no kings radlib horror at the admin’s uses of the state to punish & harm. tough how the stock DSAish lefty message, faulting billionaires/state capture, can assuage the liberals by letting american institutions themselves off the hook

in my dreams last night i was really good at reading early dynastic sumerian because of the time i spent grinding egyptian. but then i woke up and they weren’t mutually intelligible at all

imagine the rival Kirby Laing Chair of New Testament Eisegesis was right across the hall… & they locked eyes ‘but the mysteries!’ ‘i don’t care what it says, by Paul—i care what *i* say’ ‘you make me feel so kenotic… what *do* you say’ ‘i say it’s time to change dispensation’

if i told you guys that the amtrak hold line was an endless and yet surprisingly variegated stream of 30% steely dan songs and 70% lesser steely-dan-alikes would that even potentially register as new information

4 types of papers in dental journals: 1 - we did 'epidemiology' & 'found out' that poor people had bad teeth. let's moralise 2 - did you know that periodontitis is weakly correlated with this unrelated condition? neither did we but we kept looking til we found a 1.02 hazard ratio