I find people who are anti-relationships very perplexing. As an orphan, you quite literally have to date someone to have interpersonal/relational stability. Perhaps in this respect, hook-up culture is a way for people to assert dominance over those who have lost their parents.

Of all the tat that's been released in the name of Doctor Who, how have we never had a July 6 calendar? I'd buy one

I just walked to the ampitheatre where the Santa Cruz Shakespeare Festival is held annually. My father and I used to go whenever we visited his friend Howie in the summers. One of my earliest memories was watching the Merchant of Venice with my dad. I was jet lagged, probably in kindergarten

silent disco!

i had a conversation with a guy studying physics at western illinois university today and mentioned that i’ve dated a couple of people who went to uchicago. when asked what they studied, i responded, “philosophy and CL.” he then said, “i didn’t know they had programs like those at such a good

i just found a vintage silk dior dress for $35, my size, sickening

“Adore” by Amy Shark is one of the best songs ever sung (lyrically, it’s a shit show, but the vibe is impeccable)

no one loves me like the furries

there's a staggering and disturbing lack of coffeeshops in downtown santa cruz

Remember this when he votes against birthright citizenship

"For Britain, the American Revolution arguably proved to be the most expensive, protracted, and unsuccessful conflicts in the history of its empire." Read more from Troy Bickham in this 2025 piece for Broadsides.

my daddy turned 73 today. it’s been four years since i last celebrated with him. still, he surrounds me in bird chirps and trees and espresso shots and books. and he lives in my hard-nosed hope. today, i celebrate all these signs of chris. here’s especially to that fickle hope for an afterlife.

world’s most gorgeous laundry room

so nerd camp

anyone have tips for getting children to respect you? i am working with a bunch of middle school boys this summer, and it’s a bit challenging.

i’ve somehow been booted from eduroam. must’ve committed a war crime.

Speeches of the fates at Theobalds for Anna of Denmark aka Bell Anna's houswarming , May 1607, "Shee ys the grace of all that are / and as Elisa, now a starre", Folger X.d.475. digitalcollections.folger.edu/bib193447-24...

life lesson from yours truly: never eat three whole beets a day.

had to introduce myself to students' parents today at the camp i work at and one of them thought i was a 15-year-old

one thing i really, really hate about gen z is the fact that so many people feel entitled to ask questions about taboo subjects. some things really should remain private. i think it has something to do with the snapchat/instagram story normalizing over sharing.

first book haul from santa cruz (trying not to buy much since all of this stuff will go to rome with me)

just got a free bike on facebook marketplace. come to my funeral.

had this poem pinned to my wall all four years of college. i need it tonight and so do you.

Anyone have any good bookstore recs in Santa Cruz (or reachable by public transit)?

just finished my design for a shrimp powered air conditioner. now to take a sip of coffee and check out bluesky

larping as a ucsc student, riding the bus for free, stranger giving me free cookie, missing bus back to campus, hitchhiking. life is so beautiful

i raise you

i just listened to “sex” by the 1975 for four hours straight because i’m too cheap to download music

Quince, cabbage, melon, & cucumber. Precisely arranged & painted in 1600 by Juan Sanchez Cotán, born OTD in 1560.

Growing up, I ate a truly weird amount of lamb. I ate lamb maybe thrice a week. Was the only meat I didn’t hate (I was such a weird eater that my dad had to grill the lamb then smother it in caper brine). There is no moral to this story. Isn’t that life?

i am either a slutty consumptive or a camp counselor. not good for packing.

for the first day of classes, do i wear my "Dill Pickle Bookstore," "All this and brains too," or "Serious Goose" t-shirt?

One of the best pieces of advice I've received from my shrink recently is to "spiral upward."

i’ve reached the part of storage that contains letters from the dead. this was my grandma jean ruth widmer. almost all of the photos from her brief illness are outside, her hospital bed on the family farm up in penna. her ashes, like my father’s and grandfather’s, are spread there.

Someone please mash up Narcissus and the Portrait of Dorian Gray into the tale a demented man who thought to see his own magnificence reflected in, well, a Reflecting Pool and instead saw failure and algae and decay.

Somewhere between 1700 and 1800, someone wore this waistcoat and looked, presumably, very well dressed indeed. The front is cream corded silk covered in a lattice of metal thread embroidery. Twelve bone buttons covered in cloth, shallow pockets. The kind of thing you'd wear to be seen in.

We need more of this in the USA… “NYC Mayor Mandani reveals a plan to allocate $122 million to hire an additional 1,000 teachers by 2027. This must be why they say socialism is so horrible. Rather than funding continuous foreign wars, tax funds are being redirected toward our educational system.”

he eludes both hunters and philosophers

another chris and sophia moment for father's day

Our Finding Aid of 18th-century women in the Stationers' Company is LIVE! Here I reflect on some of the pitfalls facing the scholar of female apprentices. Let me know if it's useful! www.amdigital.co.uk/insights/blo...

a dad bod? you mean a father figure

no one is excited for christopher nolan’s odyssey like i am

watching death of robinhood with the coolest

I never thought of myself as a hoarder until I had to try to get rid of some inherited books. The terrible thing, especially, is that my dad and I had completely different tastes. He, for instance, loved historical nonfiction. Not my jam at all, but I can't bring myself to throw away any of his 100

king of the city

throwing out a dead parent’s old books has to be the most painful experience one can have. my dad had thousands, unfortunately, way too many for me to carry around with me in my own adulthood. it feels like amputating a mangled arm, knowing you need to get rid of dead weight, wanting to keep it.

coolest man who ever lived