I was shocked it wasn’t down more Friday. But i guess even the market’s Covid reaction took a while to happen.

Make sure to give a few minutes to the Laurie Anderson room at Mass MoCA (the one with the narrative/video about saving her siblings after falling through the ice).

The need for zoos to stock exhibits is often in conflict with conservation, as not all zoo animals are bred in captivity.

There is light in the deceleration of the loss.

Amazing self-control using the one-hitter for your pour over.

So maybe targeting food dye is a red herring?

I’m a Luddite at heart, but it is revolutionary to be able to argue with AI in Spanish (to practice Spanish) about whether Fredric Jameson romanticizes the art of the past by denigrating the art of the present as commercial.

It’s the closer to 70 than 20 metric that’s truly painful.

Remote control cars in the 80s could hold their own against Atari.

Why did the grand watchmaker withhold from humans the horse’s ability to drink and breathe simultaneously??

Is there a sympathetic liking/sharing taking place at a lower threshold (of posting quality) as people validate the migration?

BORDERline behavior of Vanity Fair writer casting himself into the role of Cormac McCarthy (prose, guns, horses) down to the “thousands of hours” he spent with his “muse” in 9 months, which has only 6,480 hours.

Western-hero (cliched) domains of excellence:

1. guns, horses, sexuality

2. fighting, tolerance, roping

3. Spanish, engines, fiddle

The article about Cormac & Britt positions her at the first level. I'm half-surprised Barney didn't claim she can shoot a smiley face in a tin of Copenhagen.

Perhaps not surprising that Cormac McCarthy's reclusiveness was not all about the virtue and marketing of the enigma but a strategic motivation of the legal.

Romanticism is just a longing for the non-anthropomorphic.

Go ahead and tell me our 4yo didn't finger paint a diver in a submersible suit! (And someone please kill off AI art.)

Best of the Net Rankings for prose. Near the top: @therumpus.bsky.social, @splitlipthemag.bsky.social, @passagesnorth.bsky.social

www.davidmcdannald.com/best-of-the-...

A print of this hung over my desk for many years.

Kudos to you for making room for them! Some of us wouldn't be able to make that work with 20,000 square feet!

Nonfiction Rankings — David McDannald A ranking of the best magazines and journals publishing nonfiction and a tool for determining where to submit your nonfiction, utilizing data from Best American Essays, Pushcart Prizes, and National...

I updated my nonfiction rankings for magazines and journals. Hope you find it to be a useful tool.

www.davidmcdannald.com/the-rankings

Can you spare a minute to help this campaign? Gettysburg Review is the global literary magazine that put Gettysburg College on the map. Every year tuition goes up, and somehow the college has enough money to build and remodel parts of campus, but...

The more journals we keep from closing, the stronger all journals will be. @gettysburgreview.bsky.social

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…one is a writer as Louis XIV was king, even on the commode.

Roland Barthes

We are in this techno-scientific world like Gulliver: sometimes too big, sometimes too small, never at the right scale. – Lyotard

"A friend and I were arguing about Freud and I said, 'My problem with Freud is he suffers the problem of misplaced concreteness. He thinks the mind is in your head.' My friend said, 'Where do you think Mind is if it’s not in your head?' And I said, 'Here. Between us.'" - JM Bernstein

I guess it's a parental right of passage to have the Frozen soundtrack stuck in your head.

Moving to Massachusetts has filled a library of small miracles, this one a 2,000-pager left last week by someone at our town transfer station (the dump).

“If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them.”

I’m thrilled to have an essay up at @pinchjournal.bsky.social. It’s an exploration of war and identity that details an attempt to understand my grandfather, who carried an impenetrable silence (save for the occasional outrageous line).
www.pinchjournal.com/blog-posts/a...