Feeling betrayed that all the potheads at the frozen-in-the-70s hippie university I did undergrad at never played Mahavishnu Orchestra for me. Now I’m afraid I’ll never be stoned enough for it.
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(As soon as the guy left my boss told me I could never bring that CD to work again, even if I was working alone lol)
Reading a Miles Davis bio and just remembered I got in trouble at work (gas station) for playing Bitches Brew on the stereo. Boss thought it was a prank to scare off the customers but when he made me turn it off the customer was indignant: “you can’t make him turn that off! That’s ~jazz~, man!”
Working through etymologies so I can be sure to pick the right words for my fantasy novel, and found out the origin of ”admiral” is actually Arabic!
Was it ASF?!? My record with them is like 27 months or something. And that’s after they took a year and a half with a previous story and promised they’d be better in the future.
As I get older, I’m better able to trick myself into thinking I’m not anxious, but then my body betrays me. Talked with a writer I admire today, not for the first time, but this time my legs shook so badly I could barely stand. Like, jfc, do I need therapy to keep my knees from giving out on me?
“Bomb them into the Stone Age” is what the 15 year olds in my high school (on a military base) used to scream/laugh/cry about Iraq/Afghanistan. Makes me very sad to look back and realize those guys are in charge now.
You remember those last seasons of GoT, where the writing got so bad, it was capable of surprising you again because you couldn’t tell what was misdirection and what was just thin plotting? That‘s this whole fucking war.
Still get contact humiliation when I try to listen to Drake
“Should probably heed the word a little bit more” is such a disturbing quote from the cop, given the context.
The cover of Black Arts. It features Stacey Abe Gillian's The Sitting 1 as its cover art.
Black Arts comes out on September 8th. It's a short story collection that has shipwrecks, exploding husbands, a Bluebeard retelling, spirits, and Black women trying to understand themselves as artists. You can get a 25% off pre-order right now at Barnes & Noble www.barnesandnoble.com/w/black-arts...
I’m a little late to this, but Soundtrack to a Coup d'Etat is mind-blowing. It’s not the kind of documentary designed to impart new knowledge so much as a powerfully affecting resurrection of its historical subject (Congo independence, to oversimplify). It feels like a lyric essay.
Yesterday, The Unbroken turned 5! So I shared a few (okay, 5) thoughts I had. There’s also a giveaway in there. ;)
So often, when people say publishing a book changed their life, it feels like it has to be a “six figure deal” or hit lists or win awards. The Unbroken did none of that.
Injured my jaw eating. Injured my ass sitting. Injured my back sleeping. This is forty.
Met so many famous writers over the last week and didn’t nervous vomit on any of them. It’s gonna be a good year.
Amazing
Today, on International Women's Day, I, a human woman, want you to know there is a type of sea cucumber called the Headless Chicken Monster
lol Tessa, going bluesky viral entirely in character
header: Megan Giddings (image is a full page from first pass of Black Arts) "I thought you were only going to date white guys named Liam for the rest of your life." Lyn rolls her eyes. She's done that only twice, and each time it ended up being such a monumentally poor decision that she has a strict anti-Liam rule. Her dad had referred to her last Liam as a real Ashton Kutcher type until Liz taught him the word "himbo." But she also likes Liams, you don't have to know them because they don't want to be known. You don't have to feel bad if things go wrong. They are the type of men who barely want to be people; they are bags of memes and broccoli head haircuts and their big revelations are always a white dad who thought it would be soft to say I love you or having really taken it too far during frat recruitment. "How can you live a full and interesting romantic life if you're not dating people different from you? We were put on this Earth to experience many people. You are too old to have only experienced white dick," Liz says. She takes a long sip from her mug. The screen is clear and despite how annoying Liz is, Lyn can't help but notice how beautiful her older sister is. As always when Liz says a devastating truth wrapped in a joke, Lyn freezes. Liz is terrifying to disagree with, she has a brain that seems to use a vast amount of its processing power to remember every weird or problematic thing anyone has ever said. She is hilarious, too, and mostly kind. To say only white men are ever interested in Lyn would make Liz laugh so hard it would be heard around the world.
first pass is always weird for me but I still like this page (and if you like this page, this short story collection comes out in September!!)
MEDICAL UPDATE: after apologizing profusely and “retiring” the first bp cuff, the second prompted a very grave doctor to compare my heart to the titan submersible
Oh man did I love this game. Didn't have an OS yet, so I remember painstakingly pecking out DOS commands to initialize it when I was like six.
Depressed to find that after a slight delay, the predicted enshittification of Pitchfork is in full swing. RIP
Guys, what the fuck am I going to do with all these Tulip bulbs.
What *is* Lionel Shriver up to these days?
The historical accounts from occupied Boston are worth it on their own, but this is also a pretty exhaustive gathering of documentary evidence of fed abuses in Minneapolis.
I can’t stop thinking about how we don’t even know how many people ICE has murdered off-camera. We know it’s not zero, but what’s the upper bound? Every death and disappearance is a potential execution when they seem to believe no killing is unjustified.
Treat the US government and ICE claims like you'd treat a Russian government claim after they've shot down an airliner or bombed a hospital. America 2026.
Evil evil evil—unsubtle, unsophisticated, unambiguous evil. What a failure of a society we are.
I see the polling, but the Trump voter in my life who told me my dire (and accurate) predictions for the 2nd term were because of my mental illness has not yet seen anything they don’t like.