003 ❖ on the balance of powah

and some things that are not doom

i’ve been told by both humans and robots that I sound most like myself when spouting off in a stream of consciousness and so…

some things to hold on to

a primary care office where The Golden Girls hold court in the lobby and the doctor doesn’t ask a lot of questions when it comes to prescriptions ◆ my coworker finally realizing why I respond with a 🎺 every time they say they’ll be right there (brt) ◆ accidentally discovering a new old thing; a totally wild convergence of outsider art, nostalgic hobby-ism, vintage printing processes and era-appropriate horniness ◆ that new Korean BBQ sauce my wife bought that tastes amazing and totally roached my favorite pan in the midst of a stir fry, which says nothing about the sauce (or my wife) and every damn thing about how well I take care of pans ◆ momentary invitations of presence from the sensitive bois and independent ladies in our house and the space to take them up on it, bit by bit by bit.

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a preview of a newly finished page in my first mini-zine “it was surprisingly effective” coming early 2025 I swear to god

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earmarking several movie recommendations from the Bill Hader ep. of “What’s in my Bag” for calcification in my well-intentioned but terminally dusty letterboxd watchlist ◆ the fledgling lemon tree that holds and even fruits despite my paralyzing and inexplicable reluctance to throw a sheet over its shivering limbs ◆ a reminder that marinara-thick-NY-accented vocals (“PUT’CHA F***IN’ PHONE AWAY”) over heavy riffs will still heal some specific part of me in the same way it did 20 (christ) years ago.

◆◆◆ a whiff of a viable format (how’s Tuesdays?) ◆◆◆