just watched a subway maintenance worker try to scrub the mustache off a MoMA poster for Duchamp’s Mons Lisa. i love Art

a view of a motorboat from the back of a sailboat

a dark beach cove

a rainbow over some sailboats in a marina

a bright blue beach resort and people sunbathing

st. thomas on film

black baseball cap, an army green crop top, and an asymmetrical black mesh skirt

the kind of fit you can pull in bushwick for $15 and some kitchen scissors

finance bros love to move to bushwick and then wail and sob on social media because they saw an abuela selling kebabs in maria hernandez park

same image but without it being my background

astronaut christina koch with a word bubble that says can you lock the fuck in

discovered the perfect phone background on twitter

when are they going to add a fifth galilean moon

insane that you can go through all the risk factors and medical stuff with a doctor and surgeon before you get a hysterectomy only to have a transphobe pretend that increased stroke risk is a plausible reason to deny you hormones

just tried to get back on estrogen post-hysterectomy only to get patronized, condescended to, and ultimately flat-out denied in case anyone was wondering what it’s like to to try to access hormone care when you’re cis-passing and live in brooklyn

what does the h in h-index stand for

i was thrilled to get to write about THE EDGE OF SPACETIME for @americanscientist.org!

like sometimes you’ll be wondering
what the point of it all is and then you’ll scroll across NSFW grace/rocky art and remember that real sickos are still out there. still clocked in at the yaoi factory, doing overtime, leaving no questions unanswered, no scenario unexplored.

slash fic so perverse it restores your faith in art to before-AI levels

a blurry picture of me at a neon lit house party with lots of friends in the background

hi everyone. it’s my 33rd birthday, which means it’s been one year since I had a Quiet Adult Brunch with my in-laws and wondered if that was really all there was to life: a subaru, a mortgage, and an unhappy marriage. some people resign themselves to the great american tradition of white-knuckling it through that shit for decades and then dying. not me! i have main character syndrome and weapons-grade delusions of grandeur. so i moved to New York City, the city of main characters, with the intention of becoming a best-selling author and socialite who hosts fabulous art salons and throws glamorous parties and goes to museums and galleries and raves and galas and screenings and showings and operas. and you know what? it all worked out. here’s to 34.

barista: happy birthday! how old are you?

me: 33!

barista: *nodding* just like when they killed jesus

a big windowed gallery at the metropolitan museum of art

it’s not that i don’t get depressed or anxious in new york it’s just that when i feel bad i can get on a train and be here in an hour

did you dust them with 50 mg of THC

why spend $10 billion to blast into outer space when you could spend $11.99 at your finest local bodega

natalie portman’s costume from annihiliation in a big frame in my kitchen

look what finally arrived from tacoma in one piece!

* most and toast for scale

a plane wing over clouds at sunset

get me to god’s country (bushwick)

a plane wing over clouds at sunset

get me to god’s country (bushwick)

TSA message advertising a free flight and money for self deportation

none of this is even close to as egregious as these fucking signs posted around

at TSA in florida. refuse to have my face scanned so i don’t have ID mismatch issues. guy rolls his eyes and scans my passport into the facial recognition system instead. it comes up with my entire government name so they make me exit the security line to get a boarding pass with my deadname on it.

Book Launch: "The Edge of Space-Time" with Chanda Prescod-Weinstein | Cafe con Libros

It’s National Black Bookstore Day! So I want to highlight that next week I will be doing events at two Black women-owned bookstores! Tickets required!

On Tuesday 4/14 in Brooklyn I’ll be at Café con Libros in conversation with fellow Black Jew the genius @sorayanadiamcdonald.com

And on Thurs 4/16

a world that shouldn’t exist! a rich wetland ecosystem paved over with a thousand starbucks. a capitalist hell sprawl designed to efficiently pipe wealth from a dying overlord class to various pharmaceutical companies. a star-spangled VR for geriatric white men to avoid all possible discomforts

i don’t think i’ve ever experienced culture shock as bad as going from bushwick to boomer strip-mall suburbia florida

Where Physics Meets Poetry: On Language and the Power of Metaphor When I was 16 years old, my beloved college counselor told me that it was a good thing I wanted to be a physicist because I wasn’t much of a writer. We were close—I had her home phone number for em…

So pleased to have this new essay up @lithub.com.web.brid.gy! I noticed that my new book The Edge of Space-Time is one of a few that is concerned specifically with how metaphor shapes our world. So I wrote about why we are thinking about that in this political moment! 💙📚

Happy Book Day!! I was fortunate to get an advanced copy of this fresh and fantastic read. Full review coming later but #EdgeOfSpaceTime is really something ground-breaking and new. Many texts tackle cosmology, none of them connect to the current moment quite like this one.

camo waffle house hat

found a piece of the bushwick uniform in its natural habitat today

gas sign says 4 i, like the imaginary number

unimaginable gas prices here in florida today