Most of monologue in grid per increasingly normal, I was pooting at Shitlord Paid Pooter pooting that John Fetterman dresses like a slob in a House of Decorum, paid pooter pooting that Fetterman's hoodies a direct symptom and sign of civilization's downfall, far far worse than gross corruption and incitement to insurrection, and I typed this motherfucking sentence, just like our shitlords wanted me to
Trying to teach myself black, watercolor ink in the above's case, I can't show you the more successful one because it's a 12 x 12 canvas that won't fit on the scanner I use to pdf these before jaypegging them for here and there and even if I had a big enough scanner bed if I turned the 12 x 12 upside down the already crumbling layered gouache would fall off, today in fine jeffmetaphors abounding, I've mentioned this before
I need an expensive top of the line overhead scanner with a bed of at least 16 x 16, I'm starting a gofuck me, will accept payments from all the shitlords' online payment services (I pay for my brainwashing) here, this one's a 6x6 with no black watercolor ink, me and yellow and pink, sheesh, and then what is it with me and circles beyond I can't draw?
What is being held up as a dangerous burden is, in fact, a wonderful opportunity for the m***********g Democrats
Once again on the Democratic Party, the lesser evil, and the working-class Left
Maybe someone who writes about voter suppression has said this but calling people who you DON'T want to vote repeatedly and incessantly IS a voter suppresion tactic seems to me
Mohammed bin Salman says he will ‘continue doing sport washing’ for Saudi Arabia
How Not to Launch a Global Anti-Censorship Movement
Russell Brand is not the main target, but a mere proxy for the censors' global assault on free speech
I confess, I know nothing about Russell Brand other than I've seen his name for years and investigated no further, it's entirely possible he's a creepy asshole, but here's a vital reminder: one of the key purposes our shitlords have in enabling and then censoring creepy assholes and especially asshole crackers is to set up and justify the upcoming censoring of YOU
Junior Varsity Washington Post pooter pooting the Fetterman, fart
The loss of the Senate dress code is the downfall of civilization
Senior Varsity Washington Post pooter pooting the Fetterman, fart
I am not convinced (yet) that Fetterman is an honest broker and have no idea (yet) whether he's smart and savvy and is working the hoodie schtick for more than attention and really IS trying to piss off anyturd who's anyturd, but good on him calling for Menendez to resign (as I type this no other Motherfucking Democratic Senator has, nor Biden, who's busy preparing for his Tuesday cosplay as pro-union in a UAW picket line)
Worm that jumps from rats to slugs to human brains has invaded Southeast US
Mocos, have any of you EVER eaten at Il Pizzico, I've driven by it hundreds, thousands of time over the years, I know it yelp and I know people are dopes, but Best Moco Restaurant (for years and running)
When I was ten or eleven I discovered the trick of randomly opening a novel I'm about to start somewhere near the middle and reading a paragraph out of context so that when I come across it in the normal course of the novel a wave of deja vu washes over me (L can vouch that I do this since I taught her the trick early in our relationship and she still does this also to this day). It's worked twice this calendar year, both Cormac McCarthy novels, the new one, *The Passenger,* and later *Suttree.* I started the trick on at least two dozen other novels this year but failed each and every one of them long before I encountered the random paragraph
I like to blame my eyes rather than me for my downhill inability to read much less engage a novel (and, uh-ohing in the distance, poetry too), and it's true my vision's much weaker than once, and my eyes tire me towards a nap after fifteen minutes of reading (I can't read in bed any more, it's hopeless), and I like to blame my age (and Summer past's covid) for my diminished and foggier by the day memory, and I like to blame the clusterfuckers for my self-protective reduction in overall damn towards all but me and mine, and all deserve their proportions of blame in my resistance to and simmering ambivalence towards reading, but I recognize the same symptoms towards the typed word I felt when I lost any and all urge to watch moving images on a screen twenty years ago when my eyes were good and I was young, a complete evaporation of desire to sit and watch, which is all that reading feels like to me now
Music has never sounded better to me. I still write in journal everyday, look forward to it. I hike with L every chance I get. I changed my disc bag to all DX plastic all less than 165 grams and tweaked my mechanics (it only took 25 years to figure out this basic trick to increasing body torque) and am determined to play at least once a week (Seneca, in the pouring rain with Dr Z this past Sunday, front nine 29, middle nine 30, back nine 27, pins mixed, never done that before). I think about any one painting I make more than I ever did a poem I made. I will finish *In Search of Lost Time* (the only thing I want to read right now though in fits and starts, I'm almost through "Guermantes Way," I like to blame Proust for my inability to read anyone else (but McCarthy, though I'm so done with him now)). I am not unhappy, in fact now and then I'm happy, how can I stop feeling an utter complete moral failure I not only can't finish novels now, I don't even want to start them?
Click through, it has a bad word in the title but is great song
Adding, it is entirely possible and almost certainly probable that Brand is a disgusting creep AND that the campaign against him is meant to shut him up and shut him down
You are afraid to be touched because and that’s a reasonable fear, a woman once brushed past me in the aisle or stairs, I’ve repressed the encounter in amber, she said, and I was destroyed And in the second dream she was holding the dog back from a mourning dove and over us the sky had what I can only describe as exposed beams, and she said if he does get a bird, a squirrel, he doesn’t snap the neck or worry it, just stares at me because holds it in the mouth, the tension between what he has been taught and what he feels and the word for that gap is
The vain travail. It’s the one poem I’ve by heart, she said, the way the magician the way the uncle finds the coin in your ear or you’ve been holding the card this whole time She can make you feel like a missing word, she can smooth back your hair and say there is all this new research about influence, how you need to be influenced by me In the third dream, your daughter brings an offering in her jaws to the bed You should be in analysis or volunteer more You are afraid to be touched because at the shelter. Fourth dream, fifth dream something happened you can’t remember
until you recite it, they say “by heart” but it’s actually lodged here, she said, touching my neck above the collar, and here and here Because you are the dog and the dove Lady and hart, the patron and system of patronage, the tension between us could be useful for your work, could hold you back from the mourning until the poem goes amber in the mouth and speech floweth over the stone, end quote You should write down your dreams then destroy what you wrote, interesting use of “exposed”
Some relatively minor shitlordturd got caught on hot mic saying the quiet part out loud, shitlords would make you eat catfood if they could and they're trying, he promises they're trying, and people go, omfg! who'd a thunk it? This guy for one
Where my eyes and memory and concentration have delivered me: I'm alternating a new translation of Fyodor's *Brothers Karamazov* and George's *Mill on the Floss,* today a *Mill on the Floss* day, I love George except when she writes dialogue in 19th century bumpkin English, the fuck am I reading a christo-fascist Russian writing about the soul in Czarist Russia and a progressive too ensconsed in the English class system she criticizes to realize she shouldn't write dialogue in English peasant? My eyes, memory, and concentration: I can finish a novel now without having read it so I might as well finish novels I read once with good eyes, good memory, and decent concentration, fine metaphors abound
I need access to an good overhead scanner, I lose a dimension on the flatbed I use
As easily predictable, clusterfuck spigots've been opened, not full spew yet - wait for next year, yowza - but August's armistice over - if I added to the grid below all weekend it'd be two digital feet long, here, have what I've gathered since last grid, I'm off to disc today, tomorrow, and hike on Sunday, o! listen to this, loud, especially the last three minutes and thirty second, holyfuck
Capitalist technology ‘eliminates the possibilities of imagining a completely different lifestyle'
What happened to the Left in the U.S. labor movement?
I have not seen a firefly all Summer. I've not seen giant brains of orange fungus growing on decaying tree trunks all summer. The woods, I'd always rather be in the woods w L, the trees are four weeks ahead of schedule towards winter dormancy
All summer L and I have been commenting on how abnormally distressed the beech trees are, we ascribed it to the bad drought (we are short ten inches of rain this year), but some of them looked sicker than just enervated and thirsty, and fuck, some of them are getting sick, if beech trees are wiped out so are Maryland woods
A tiny worm, an invasive species, will decimate all forests east of the Mississippi, we've already killed fireflys (when was the last time you saw a ladybug? a box turtle?) my constant and despairingly angry reminder that when my daughter is my age it will be 2057, what wreck of a world if the world still exists will she inhabit? Saturday's thistles, Browning Run Trail, Little Bennett
Fuck helmetball, but I'm thoroughly fascinated by brands and uniforms, and if I was the new owner of the local professional helmetball team my lawyers would already vetting possible copyright problems with this this nanosecond
