An Airplane Flew Over Leaving a Thick Trail of Smoke

I have always loved being on vacation but always hated going on vacation, the days leading up to it, the getting there. Currently sitting in the waiting area of BWI, I board a flight to Detroit in an hour and a half, I hate this, the waiting, the boarding, the assholes who refuse to put their luggage into baggage arguing with flight attendants who tell them they can't put all their shit in the overheads, the coughers who won't wear masks - why would anyone anytime get on a tube of recycling air without wearing a mask even if these weren't plague times? - the taking off, the flying, the sitting next to a woman with a screaming infant, the landing, the assholes who stand up the minute the plane gets to the gate as if they'll get off the plane sooner for standing, I'm like this right now:




That's half of two/thirds of the latest self-portrait, the torso, see the other half, the head, of the two/thirds here. I can't read in the airport, might as well type and give you the grid that's amassing. Should be in Chelsea by 2:15, should be on the Waterloo-Pinckney Trail with L by 2:30, will be having dinner with our daughter by 6:30, by which time I will love being on vacation. Not only was Glenn Branca born 78 years ago yesterday, his music is perfect for hating to go on vacation

When Law Legitimates the Machinery of Authoritarianism
My Dog Is Intelligent. Your Chatbot Is Not
The Potential AI Lockdown Of Knowledge
"Just a reminder: Tillis persuaded the woman Hegseth allegedly raped to come forward with her story, and told her that if she did, it would sink the nomination. She did. At great risk to herself. Tillis then cast the deciding vote for Hegseth"
"a good example of how Democratic party politicians love to come out as transphobic and then victim-blame trans people when we inevitably reject their program of segregation"
How Emergency Powers Become Ordinary Power
Shitlords double-down on fossil fuels
Israeli Politician With Clear Path To Knesset Says It’s ‘Moral’ To Kill Babies in Gaza
DNC Releases Preemptive Autopsy Into Why They Lost Midterms
Democratic Party runs more than 60 military-intelligence candidates for Congress
HVAC Got Worse On Purpose					Can Marylanders Still Afford to Grow Old Here?
I've never heard of Zack Bryan or his music but credit where due, dude
Humiliatingly wrong over and over again
Did anyone NOT think this was happening?
America’s weird fascination with learning the final-meal requests of condemned prisoners
"For the sake of argument, let’s say your life actually becomes a Cormac McCarthy novel, and everyone wants to kill you"
Comparing the Directions in Which Ideas Travel in Ages of Reaction
Avedon Carol's occasional links						Maggie
This AI Finally Beat the Best Humans at One of the Last Board Games We Still Ruled
"If a White Sox player hits a single, double, triple and homer in the same playoff game, it's now called an encyclical"
Our Solar System Is Terminally Unstable and Will Be Completely Destroyed, Study Finds
Hey, feed your cat chicken, not seafood, which sucks for Olive who sulks if she doesn't get tuna fish, and as you read how no matter what food you buy for your cat you are poisoning her remember that same is true of the food you eat
{ feuilleton }			Tom LeClair on Tom McCarthy
FOUR YEARS SPENT READING THE WORLD’S MOST COMPLEX BOOKS
☞	Everything I've heard & read suggest James Elkin's novels are unique & smart & good but since the first in a series about a guy who studies unhappy neglected & mistreated animals in zoos there is no way I could read that without killing someone &/or myself
...or so the Internet would have us believe					☞	These are the Daves I know I know, these are the Daves I know
Kenneth Connell moved through the Grateful Dead’s world like a character out of one of their songs: dealer, fugitive, daredevil, disaster
Slipshod Scrimshaw			Piano Studies		Four Louis Live
Hey, Daniel's new album is out and it's gorgeous
☟	Anticipatory being on vacation song						☟

THE WALK HOME

James Tate

I told the doctor I wouldn’t be seeing him again. “No, I guess

you won’t,” he said. I walked out the door feeling really good. Of

course I knew I was going to die, but still the day looked bright to

me. I walked down to the water. Ducks were circling around and about.

A sailboat sailed by. I walked along the shore. The sun beat down

on me. I felt as though I might live forever. I sat down on a bench

and watched the joggers pass. A pretty blonde walked by and I said,

“Hello.” She looked at me and said hello. A man with a greyhound

on a leash walked by. I got up and started to walk. A woodpecker

was pounding on a tree. An airplane flew over, leaving a thick trail of

smoke. I left the lake and walked on up the road. I crossed at the

streetlights and crossed the bridge. A car swerved to miss me. I

thought, that could have been it, the end right there, but I walked on,

bravely dodging the cars. When I got to the residential district, I

felt relieved. There were large elms and maples overhanging the street,

and people pushing baby carriages. Dogs ran loose everywhere. A man

stopped me and asked if I knew where 347 Walnut Street was. I said

I didn’t. He said, “Oh well, it didn’t matter anyway.” I said, “Why?”

He said it was a funeral notice. I walked on, bumping into a fat lady

with a load of groceries. I said I was sorry. She kept going, dropping

a load of grapefruit. Then, further on, there was a giant explosion across

the street. Police and firemen were there right away. It appears it

was a gas main beneath the shop. No one was there, luckily, but the

firetrucks had their hands full. I left before it was out. The shop

was pretty much destroyed. When I got home I was tired. I made

myself a cup of tea and sat down on the couch. I thought about calling

my mother, but she was in heaven. I called her anyway. “Mom, how are

you doing?” I said. “I’m bored. Don’t come here. There’s nothing to

do,” she said. “Aren’t there angels?” I said. “Yes, but they’re boring,”

she said. “But I was going to come see you,” I said. “Go to hell, it’s

more exciting,” she said. I had fallen asleep with my teacup in my

hand. When I awoke I realized I had thought it was a phone. My

mother would never be so sarcastic about heaven.

lt literally doesn't exist, no, stay up and go to sleep, unless it falls on the right side of the brain positioned for so many forgeries, moon nugget...

One last thing about blooger's recent rapid enshittification - starting Tuesday this week, each time I open blooger's dashboard blooger's AI bullshitter begs me to use it rather than myself. Fine metaphors abound. Whether related to the improving - more are now updating again but many still fucked-up - blogrolls.... who knows

Rest in Peace, Stanley (after Elkin). As long as we kept the lid up and the bathroom door open he never used the litter box (he would if we left the lid down or accidentally shut the door) until his rapid decline in his old age this past year





Within four years eight of our nine cats died, six of old age, two were murdered, one by an asshole in a car, one by asshole neighbor's asshole dog. Olive still here. Nugget and Spidey arrive from rescue/foster on Halloween

Guess which one's Nugget. Going to Michigan to visit my daughter Wednesday next week, unless something kaboom-worthy, good or bad, happens, or I've forgotten a BLCKDGRD holy day, this will probably be the last post before I leave. I've got myself down to once a week, I did it for you. As always on vacation trips, I have no plans to post and no plans to not post, though being in Michigan weeks before the midterms and Michigan's key and contentious Senate race could be entertaining. Mogwai with Iggy have a good new creepy song?

Donald Trump and the Age of Evil
"On the *same day* the Cornell Seven drugged and raped Jane Doe, Cornell banned four students (including the President of Cornell JVP) from campus for three years for nonviolent, pro-Palestine protests. The same Cornell officials let the rapists off with apology essays"
➥	Cracker influencer teams up with shitlib influencer to tell you the dumb bitch asked for and got what she deserved
How Peter Thiel became the Devil himself
Israeli finance minister calls for genocidal war on West Bank, annexation of south Lebanon
Irish Goalkeeper Gavin Bazunu’s Refusal to Play Against Israel Puts Him on the Right Side of History
Updated Google Satellite Images Show ‘Apocalyptic’ Destruction of Gaza by Israel
United States of Assholes, botched execution edition. Assholes
The Criminal Selfishness of Imperial Politics
"When Macklemore is dropped at the behest of the billionaire stadium owner Robert Kraft, it’s an exercise of the freedom of businesses to ‘demonstrate their values’ by deciding whom to platform. But when Ed Sheeran’s fans decide not to buy tickets to his performances, or even demand refunds, it’s bullying, mob behaviour. Since most people are not billionaires and do not own stadiums, they can exercise meaningful power only collectively. The collective exercise of power must therefore be demonised"
The AI extinction narrative is winning out
Why Big Tech Oligarchs Hate Democracy
Meta and Google are focused on obscure local elections
Art and censorship since 9/11						Losing his religion
"It's weird how the federal government is constantly being hacked after DOGE gutted the government's cybersecurity agencies"
From shitpost to bullshit		Journalism and its shitlord adversaries
Last gasp of the punchcard					Balko's round-up
On the fundamental human right to exhibit bad faith
Useful shadows		US Liberal Media Literacy Guide
The Work of Math in the Age of Artificial Reproduction
Creative Industries Have Been Eviscerated by AI
A Gravitational Battle Within the Earth Is Changing the Length of Days
Earth is tearing apart beneath the Pacific Northwest
YESTERDAY’S INSULTS ARE TOMORROW’S COMPLIMENTS
Why Do Dogs Tilt Their Heads When You Talk?
Familect		{ feuilleton }			Spectra Plectra
William the Blind on William the Blind's latest novel
Cormac McCarthy’s The Road and the Tradition of Apocalypse
Yeggs, grifters, and revolutionaries scheme and dream
The Monkee who became the original Cosmic Cowboy
An incredible archive of live shows from the 1980s
I vouch vouch vouch for the music of Oren Ambarchi

THE MAUVE NOTEBOOK

John Ashbery

On a set you need bush rebels,

that numbing little chair while passing.

If we knock 'em out

seven precincts are going to show up.

It looks like you don't need oil.

I think it'll be fine.

Did she think that might be good,

or for the man who listens to it,

nothing to be done or thought,

(section pending)?

 

Or for the man who listens to it,

an abrupt yawn, history or the other.

Home economics.  Dr. Singalong

can't find his way back.

I don't know about that, but

at her lamps do you still see

the awkward ceremony, too serious?

Leave it that way, imperfect start beyond

where I was going.

Prison outside the perpetual sonata,

the only anxiety,

since you wonder what they don't do,

from your red zero heart page

waiting to touch your face.

 

Although they know about it and

it literally doesn't exist,

no, stay up and go to sleep,

unless it falls on the right side of the brain

positioned for so many forgeries,

moon nugget...

 

I don't cut 'em any slack.

Assault on a clean front,

that's a lot to be turning into.

 

These residents, they start throwing 'em early.

Continue to open your door to mud!                                                          

 

Take the noon balloon to Rangoon,

gutta percha academy,

to the place of ice cream,

 

because, really, what difference does it make?

When it was time you went home.

Tears and flowers,

 

see how dirty your hands are.

We had a lovely dime.

Soon it will be seven I ask you.

All that is beautiful, from which I choose even artifice, which I hold above nature, won’t salve these stuttered accoutrements

Blooger isn't fixed but it is a tiny bit less broken. Two of you have reached out, the blogroll updater is still totally broken for some, sorta broken for others, but when anyone clicks the site button they are sent to the front page of the respective site which is current and up-to-date, click on the site title, not the alleged lastest post link. My bandcamp is up-to-date and has the new Bonnie Prince Billy live album, released last Friday





Blogger sent me an email last week telling me they had crawled the blog and found four - FOUR - videos on BLCKDGRD that had frozen and deleted them. Subsequently some of the blog updaters updated and continue to and more updaters updated and then seized up dead again, I have no idea whether the two events are related and, surprisingly to me, care less each day. Trying the same diminishing damnlessness on the clusterfuck, nope. This song slays me each and every time





My understanding is you can get one free listen of anything on my bandcamp so help yourself. I can shuffle my bandcamp from my phone but not from my PC, if you know how to shuffle on a PC or chromebook PLEASE TELL ME! This ends the What the Fuck Is Wrong With Blooger programming and returns to its regular, relentless, and futile What the Fuck Is Wrong With Me starring gridofanger and its embedded and not embedded but implied monologues, plus songs, plus a poem

"Impunity for U.S. atrocities after 9/11 paved the way for rank authoritarianism and forever war—all of it enabled by an imperial Supreme Court"
"This is a green light for the kidnapping of presidents, the assassination of leaders in their offices, and the plunder of resources"
Today's monologue ➥	Also too a green light to cracker cis white males to dominate, command, and sublimate your bitch, you fag
The repression of dissent in the face of failing wars
There is always a box and authoritarians will put everyone they can inside it
Capital Is Preparing the State for Domestic Insurrection
Conditions for Revolutionary Change In The West: Fiscal			His life as a thought criminal
The Economics of Destruction				Criminalizing birth control
The extremism of moderates					"We believe that all children are made in the image of God, which is why we think some children should be bullied and ostracized by society."
A Brief History of Sam Alito’s Delusional Obsession With Voter Fraud
Black Radicalism And The Return Of The ‘Subversive Negro’​​​​​​​
When you’re a good journalist working for a bad owner
Doom, Predicted			Counterfeit Righteousness
I. HATE. MOTHERFUCKING DEMOCRATS GAVIN NEWSOM EDITION
I. HATE. MOTHERFUCKING DEMOCRATS TAMMY DUCKWORTH EDITION
Historicising Enshittification					Love of money
Donald Trump carried Finney County (Garden City, mentioned in article, is county seat) by more than 2/3rd of the votes			Gamifying Alienation
The Gambling Companies Need Their Customers’ Misery
There are no bigger whinyass pissbaby pussies like cracker cis white male whinyass pissbaby pussies and especially those cis white make whinyass pissbaby pussies PAID to be cracker cis white male whinyass pissbaby pussies
They Just Created A Million Charlie Kirks
We Need To Talk About The Apocalypse
Maggie		Lions v Irons		Hyperparasitism
I love Cumberland, it's gorgeous when not appalling and appalling when not gorgeous, and it's an Appalachian town, not a Southern town
Lisa Robertson's *Riverwork*					{ feuilleton }
Johnny Marr's guitars				Is she the Literary asshole?
YOU CAN HEAR THE NEW PETER JEFFERIES AT MY BANDCAMP TOO!

ENVOY

Lisa Robertson

I have tried to say

that, although Love is not judgement

analysis too is a style

of affect

since the scale that rends me vulnerable

has cut, from abundance, doubt

(not that identity shunts

civic ratio or consequence) Sure —

I would prefer to respond to only

the established charms (and forget inconvenience)

but her hair was also a kind of honey

or instrument.

 

All that is beautiful, from which I choose

even artifice, which I hold above nature

won’t salve these stuttered accoutrements