It will never stop, the enshittification of everything. I can't confirm the fuck-all shittiness of reading this on cellphones since (a) I hated the internet on my cellphone when my cellphone could actually access the internet and (b) my cellphone currently can't access the internet because I don't know the fuck why and I don't care the fuck why and I'll be damned if I go buy a new phone to read the internet on the phone, which I hate. I have not changed any settings on this blog in literally at least ten years or more, so while I accept the blame for any and all fuck-ups here this particular fuck-up happened without my attempting to change something and fucking it up and in any case if I DID fuck something up I have no fucking idea how I did or how to fix (guggle's AI code recently installed along with no doubt far more sophisticated spyware, not just me, you too) it. This seems to be happening across every motherfucking spectrum of my life, every motherfucking spectrum but two. Have I told you 345,823,929 times we are being reprogrammed? Strangest fucking days of my life. Where's my kind ghost? Hear, more Sparklehouse, this is one of dozens of my favorite five songs ever:
THE POEM YOU ASKED FOR
Larry Levis
My poem would eat nothing.
I tried giving it water
but it said no,
worrying me.
Day after day,
I held it up to the light,
turning it over,
but it only pressed its lips
more tightly together.
It grew sullen, like a toad
through with being teased.
I offered it money,
my clothes, my car with a full tank.
But the poem stared at the floor.
Finally I cupped it in
my hands, and carried it gently
out into the soft air, into the
evening traffic, wondering how
to end things between us.
For now it had begun breathing,
putting on more and
more hard rings of flesh.
And the poem demanded the food,
it drank up all the water,
beat me and took my money,
tore the faded clothes
off my back,
said Shit,
and walked slowly away,
slicking its hair down.
Said it was going
over to your place.
Anonymous submission.
1/i listened to
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by Mediæval Bæbes
and was glad i did so
2/i noted with a bit of amusement that the washington post did not allow comments on "machado hands her peace prize medal to trump" - if i could have, i would have said i would have believed in her sincerity if she gave him the money - which actually is freely transferable by the prize recipient
3/today our kitchen renovation destroyed not only the landline phone jack in that room, which we had agreed to, but also and unexpectedly - but quite explicably when we looked into the issue - the connectivity of those later in the "daisy chain" - fortunately a jack in the basement still worked - our already-in-place cordless phone DECT system with multiple handsets allowed us to re-establish functionality when we moved the base unit - i am old, i wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled, and i give people my landline number because i don't want them to call me on my cell phone
4/fine metaphors abound - will the former functionality of those parts of the u.s. government that more-or-less worked ever be re-established? to some extent, maybe - but mostly not, i bet - as fictitiously attributed to a historical person in a preposterous conversation, "The predicament will outlive you by forty, fifty years. It doesn't need your constant attention. It will be fine without you."
My life doesn't look good on a cell phone.
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money quotes - "potato, tomato, and beefato" "don''t think of it as tragic - think of it as physics"