i have gotten a lot of reviews for my books i guess, but reviews of my ~performances~, well, these hit ~different~ www.audiofilemagazine.com/reviews/read...

Old laboratories before Menlo Park must have been really annoying. All old inventors honking snuff and saying things like AH, TUNGSTEN! LET ME TELL YOU A FEW OF THE PECULIARITIES IVE ENCOUNTERED WOTH TUNGSTEN. Like a horrible fishing pond

My nice roughly my age neighbors have started a grateful dead vibes jam band that is currently playing a blistering solo and I really wish I had the social wherewithal to go over and be a dedicated fan. Not lying I love nothing more than sitting on a floor smiling at local instances of creativity

I'm so afraid to do residency and grant applications. But now I feel like people who have been in the crushing poison gravity of Venus must feel: that nothing is restraining me, like I have never smelled air so clear. For I am not in the aura of Spanish bureaucracy anymore. For I am free

I spent today successfully filing an insanely bureaucratic translation grant with the Spanish Ministry of Culture / please clap

I'm always fascinated by this kind of mascot, the product that sells its own exploitation. @aaantons.bsky.social and I used to talk about this, like how you often see pigs at grills to sell barbecue but not fish/cows. What is Coalie selling you? Burn him? Dig him and his brothers from earth?

I don't feel good about myself at all lately, like I feel that I have no basic value to anyone and in fact am a detriment. What else is new?? But when one feels this bad one makes feeling-bad-ade, which is unfunny little comics

one thing which i think we all know, but which is hard to see from within, is the degree to which living and breathing the excrescences of capitalism emotionally pollutes us. it's so vital to find art, love, tools, traditions, politics which are beacons of something else.

It was this movie. I don't think she had ever seen it before or since! en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Good_...

My dad's favorite movies, at least I think: - five easy pieces - the candidate - bull durham - butch cassidy + sundance - I feel like I'm betraying him by not remembering more - one time we were in a hotel together and he insisted we watch three days of the condor, but idk how much he liked it

The lady at the gym gave me a free protein shake for my birthday even though it's not my birthday anymore. It is just another year. But it is a little bit better of a year now

Inside you there are two wolves.

She embraces her last night of being 42 years old

try, try so hard

Union workers solved the trolley problem, you're welcome

I somehow lost my glove in the two blocks between my friend's front door and the train platform despite wearing it for most of that time. If you find my glove bless you, please keep her and love her

#10: what is the nature of Sound and how can shifting our attention away from the visual transform our relationship to presence? I leave with more questions than answers but I'm very glad this author spent a lot of time creating space for the questions at poorly attended upstate concert venues

I may not be able to answer more than 2 percent of text messages from friends or most emails anymore, but at least I can put most of the fridge magnets back up and buy oat milk without becoming too sad. I can thrive

The kitchen had to be renovated; some of us are very excited

@schumer.senate.gov @kirstengillibrand.bsky.social neither of you have my vote right now. I left the senator name blank on my last NYC ballot. Do you want to win it back? This is my price these days. We all want the country not to be the way it is right now; please show you actually care!

interested to learn what “at my direction” means because it sounds like “without a warrant”

I met with an older author who uses hearing aids and talked about how cool they were (they are these days!), and now all my ads are for cool new hearing aid apps / it is really the unctuousness of late capitalism that gets me down. Showing up at my door all singing thunder road at me all the time

ME: ah dang. my shoes untied EVIL BRIAN ENO: yeahhhh can't help u with that lol ME: what the fuck dude

Kids at the frozen bus stop meanly squeaking that someone's photo looks like a pterodactyl, same joke over and over, and I remember those days, when I liked to say something just to hear myself say it

I keep thinking if I just pour water on my phone it'll stop working and I'll be free

Life achievements: gave the very old sick cat her fluids alone. Responded to the insurance form request for therapy intake only two and a half months later than supposed to. Went outside; finished a movie; drafted an email (tomorrow: send??) The first step to balance is being still on the floor

HELP NISI

Hot take: Columbo and Richard Feynman are the same genre

I'm trying to follow my rule of only spending money in new york City every other day. And slowly I and my footprint on the world will get smaller and smaller until I can slide through the atoms of the wall, and I will be free

These words demand attention. “In a real sense this is holy ground, consecrated by blood spilled here. The cost is high, and so I had to be here to stand in the very place where this tragedy unfurled… I think we’re at a defining moment for our country…” ~ Rev Warnock Take a moment, so much more…

#8: "Are you sure, sweetheart, that you want to be well?" A dream about healing, nuclear angst, magic and activist fatigue that I need to reread with more sustained avant brain. I love the main duo, healer + healed + Sidekick Ghost, also the bus driver, whose intro chapter is a master class

#7: do I count ones I blurb?? Realizing I should. This one is about an apocalypse conceived as a series of shady businesses calculated to sell us the emotions we can no longer feel, together with the ideal functionary of this dream capitalism, a master of punching you so that you feel; it good

Thought she knew

禁

You have to not do the thing that seems like the obvious solution here

Some counterprogramming, in a world gone mad: Trans people have found one another on the internet since the 1980s. This fascinating reported story looks at early internet communities for trans people, how they've changed and evolved, and what doesn't change. www.assignedmedia.org/breaking-new...

Send Bombadil all your social media passwords. It laughs at them. It juggles them and makes them vanish. It spirits your computer into the mire of the Withywindle and forgets it there. Ages pass; it rots and becomes loam. Goldberry is dancing

IPO in my new tech company called Bombadil. Pitch: it just facilitates UBI for anyone who (1) plants tree (2) sings stronger song (3) is married to, or is, a Hot Wife

The Secret of the Subway Snow: a Three Investigators Mystery

An even better way to say this psychological novels : tired :: roguelikes : wired

Another way to say this is that I think novels work best when they are about a slow disillusionment leading to a deeper wisdom. But it takes about three days now to get disillusioned. A targeting reticule for What We Call The Good flailing wildly over our inner schemas like a ouija planchette

"I wonder if the novel's attempt to fix and arrange social weight and the effects of time on individuals in systems is still relevant in a era of violent and memetic acceleration," she posted from the bath

"I keep alternating between crying and feeling determined."

Update: I did 1.5 of these things

I tried to make a little map of all my emotional connections to the world and to name the things I want. Right now those things are - to rest somehow until I don't feel tired anymore - to listen to vashti bunyan on vinyl with intention - to go to any park again, somehow This is all I want

If all packet data were to stop

Why do I frame "I have a headache and I can't do anything after work but listen to an audiobook in the dark" as "you stupid fucking bitch you wasted an evening." When did the habit of treating myself as a mean abuser start; why is it so hard to break. I'm so tired of it / the cat doesn't approve

You are NOT valueless no matter how your senses, judgments, and perceptions all tell you you are. Somehow you have value, in some way that you can never yourself perceive, appreciate or know. You know what Immanuel Kant would tell you about your value? Do you, you glorious noumenal bitch??

i actually had a dream last week about something like this happening <3