Come again?

Find yourself a man who resigns himself to a lifetime of bad puns.

Still thinking about the immense seagulls in Dublin that works dive bomb people in St. Stephen’s Square who were eating anything or making eating gestures and in particular the woman who shrieked as her sandwich was nearly liberated from her hands.

The motivational poster that I deserved in elementary school:

Me posting banana on Wednesday but for significantly fewer likes.

Banana Check Wednesday followed Return to the USA Tuesday, so we did some shopping. #BCW

Can I say something about these very deceased prisoners of Kilmainham Gaol without everyone getting mad?

#edging at the Cliffs of Moher.

Ireland was very pretty. Glad we got out of Dublin for a day to see the Cliffs of Moher and learn a couple swear words in Irish from our tour guide Rowan.

Bye, Washington DC!

Hi, Washington DC!

Keith Haring spotted at the Dublin airport!

A proper hi from Fred above Chipeen in Galway.

Keith Haring spotted in the Lego Store.

Colman Domingo in Disclosure Day:

Hello, Dublin!

Gonna miss the sound of seagulls screaming in the morning.

Anyone know of good resources/sources to look into typesetting in 1985 in its newly digital instantiation? Scholarly or technical resources welcome!

Last full day in Liverpool. It’s been lovely!

St. Luke’s Bombed Out Church was oddly not hit by a bomb in May 1941, but rather an incendiary. I guess calling it St. Luke’s Incendiary Church would have invited some easy misunderstandings.

Do that thing.

FINALLY some good news in 2026

It’s my special guy’s birthday today and also Bloomsday! Be pretty, be nice, be brave!

The sunset yesterday was quite nice.

There is something so comforting in people watching, especially when there are daddies eating buns next to you at the bakery.

Wake up, American, and behold the final bites of this delicious pain au chocolat from Wild Loaf bakery. Plus, some light archival reading on Frank Capra.

I cannot.

Still can’t believe Liverpool has their own Space Mountain.

Check out this curved ‘nana, Wednesday!

Walter Dainwood making that “gooner face” before it was popular for Andy Warhol’s Screen Tests.

Keith Haring spotted in Liverpool.

They don’t make ads like they used to.

Last night, two separate bouncers at two different gay clubs in Liverpool asked me before granting entry who I was with (I was flying solo) and whether I knew the club was gay? Is this normal, or am I far butcher than I ever imagined?

Hear me out: Wheat Thicks

oh god what kind of twisted world have we made where i would be tempted to identify as a catholic so i don't have to use the suicide loving lying robot

Pleased to report I am reaching my daily writing goals (in between acclimating to British culture) but terrified I may have just jinxed myself. Posting this to keep myself accountable. Shame, praise and bullying are my writing love language.

This is a diabolically evil report. That is the only way to put it. Its objective is to reignite the culture wars using the imprimatur of both the university and prominent scholars so as to sow deep epistemic doubt about the humanities and hasten the project of killing us off entirely.

Would watch this crossover.

Have you met men, Liverpool? #asif

Things I've learned in Liverpool: Robinson's Double Strength Orange & Pineapple Juice is a concentrate that must be diluted with water to be even remotely palatable. To pour a full glass of this without dilution at a social gathering is to invite the bewildered scrutiny of all in attendance.

Do better, Liverpool.

July 1st:

The Baltic Market playing Wilco’s “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart” warms the cockles of my geriatric millennial heart.

Seagulls seagullin’

Fellas, is it gay to check on your bananas on Wednesday in Liverpool? #itishappeningagain

Real

Very sad to be missing this one, but you can learn from my mistake. Get yourself to the Pride kickoff “Pink Triangle” party! Also: a lil birdie told me that Bucket Boy has an heir apparent who may or may not appear as Bucket Baby. #Durham get your lewks and dollar bills ready!

Liverpool and I are already getting along quite well, well, well.

The cute barista at the Dublin airport coffee shop didn’t have any water (confusingly) and asked me to grab him a bottled water from a fridge. I didn’t understand, asked him to repeat himself, then grabbed him a bottled sparkling water and cut my hand in the process. He looked at me with such pity.

Heading to Liverpool, I couldn’t help but wonder, “Are their pools all full of liver, or are their livers all full of pool?”