Reality Sandwiches

Gotta luv being a femme-presenting
person walking thru the city @ nite. Got a slice of za en route to the train. I'm happily minding my own bizness & some grotty ol dude walking the other way approaches me, leers, points at my pizza & shouts, "Is that cheesy? Like my cock."

The shit we put up with.

In his aggressively smooth and silky tenor, Christopher Cross says unto me: "My precious, precious child. I would never leave you during your times of trial and suffering. When you saw only one set of tyre tracks on the road, it was then that I carried you."

#cycling #yachtrock

He appears in a halo of light, as if borne on a warm coastal breeze. His arrival accompanied not by a choir of angels, but rather, a celestial synth-jazz chord resounding from the heavens, wreathed in golden reverb.

When I'm pumping those pedals like my life depends on it, blood rushing, light-headed, eyes rolling back in my head, I feel the closest that I've ever felt to Jesus. In my euphoria, I think about that oft-quoted Christian poem, 'Footprints in the Sand', but my version goes like this:

In these, my darkest hours, I always turn to music. But it's a very specific kind of song that will get you through something like this. It has to GIVE LIFE. I've accumulated a pretty strong selection over the years, yet there's one song I keep coming back to.

There is a killer hill at the end of my commute. I call it the final boss. I've been ready to peace out and surrender to the final boss on many occasions; I've even considered setting up camp in the nearby cemetery overnight. Anything to avoid that fuggin' hill and the torturous burn.

Hello Internet, it's the arse-end of the day and you better believe I'm still thinking about #yachtrock so I'm back w/ another unsolicited hot take:

'Ride Like the Wind' is the best gee up song, ever. FULL STOP.

*LinkedIn voice* Let's unpack this:

Picture of a hoopoe bird with cut out poem text: our range of being is only limited by the ending we expect of situations for life is animated by the unexpected that chooses the extremities we have to live rejecting which is rejecting life and respecting which is respecting the unexpected strength in us.

Pulled this a month ago yet I keep returning to it.

This says to me that if we can embrace unpredictability with joyful abandon and make choices in furtherance of this, our lives will not only be 'animated' but will reveal the depth of our resilience in the face of the unexpected. #birddivinations

Disappointed by the paucity of yacht rock joints at the karaoke bars in my city. What's a guy gotta do round here to be able to blow off some steam to 'Rikki Don't Lose That Number'?

#yachtrock #karaoke #steelydad

Read about Mindy Seu here: mindyseu.com

The book is a product of a series of performances around the world. The performances are documented here: asexualhistoryoftheinternet.com/archive.html

Picture of cover of book titled 'A Sexual History of the Internet' by Mindy Seu. The book is small, the size of an iPhone, and has a shiny black cover and black pages.

I was so excited to buy this book: 'A Sexual History of the Internet'

1. Everything Mindy Seu does is brilliant. Pls seek out her work + CONSUME IT greedily.

2. The book is a financial experiment in publishing that plays with a new model of attribution, where, every person cited gets a cut of $$.

Guy who wants to draw the line in a horrible place: All I'm saying is where do we draw the line

Bill Callahan Series Bill Callahan in Asheville, NC – February 26-27 Teenage Spaceship – January 1, 2023 Feather by Feather – January 8, 2023 Say Valley Maker – January 15, 2023 The Well – Janua…

Good call! Here's a blatant plug for my Bill Callahan Series with deep dives into more than 20 of his songs across his career:

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Picture this: I'm two TGIF tequilas deep and feelin' it. Leonard Cohen is blaring through the home office speakers. I'm in rock dog stance, holding my cello in front of me (recent irresistible Marketplace bargain impulse buy) and slappin' the shit outta that thang. Life is good.

Man sitting behind me on the train smells so delicious. Bergamot and pine, definitely. Something smoky as well. A touch of tobacco, perhaps? Vanilla. And the comforting scent of fresh linen to round it out. Heaven.

Shaxs from Star Trek Lower Decks is pictured. He's a cartoon, because Lower Decks, besides being the best effing show ever, is a cartoon. Shaxs is a big burly man wearing his gold Star fleet uniform and also an apron over the front like he's doing some sort of art project or baking a nice sourdough. In each hand he's holding a broken bottle like that thing you do where you take a bottle and break off the bottom and then use it as a weapon. His eyeballs are bulging large, his brow is furrowed, and he looks absolutely unhinged with rage and fury. Closed caption reads, "Fighting fascism is a full time job!"

Vintage pinback button. The text reads: NO ONE WAY WORKS, it will take all of us shoving at the thing from all sides to bring it down. - Diane di Prima.

Excerpt from Revolutionary Letter № 8 by Diane di Prima

@robertdallasgray.com - this is so exciting! 😍😍😍😍 One of the (many) times I wish I didn't live by on the other side of the world

This is your reminder that Hungarian-Jewish scientist George de Hevesy dissolved two Nobel Prizes in aqua regia to keep them out of the hands of the Nazis.

He then left the dissolved solution on his shelf and fled to Sweden.

(After the war he un-dissolved the gold and the prizes were re-cast.)

Delete Spotify

Sanctuary is a verb.

I once thought this would be the answer to my problems. The thing is, once you star them, you still gotta go back and deal with them.

ncc-1701-g is written on the side of a spaceship ALT: ncc-1701-g is written on the side of a spaceship

You’ve just opened up a Star Trek Themed Restaurant.

What are you calling it?

the current year is 2020-6, the sixth year of 2020. so while you'd think next year would be 2021, that will only happen if 2020 ever finally ends. instead it will probably be 2020-7.

We've removed the paywall from this guide so everyone can access it. 👇 Stay safe.

Adore Seefeel! 😊

Under my benevolent dictatorship, all recipes which don’t use precise measurements - I’m looking at you, “a glug of wine” - will lead to the writer being sent to the gulag for a “bunch of” years.

They speak of justice while ruling through fear. They speak of sovereignty while stealing the vote. They speak of dignity while condemning their own people. I learned that those who insist the most on calling themselves "the good ones" are often the ones most afraid to face themselves. The Maduro regime wraps itself in flags, in anti-imperialist rhetoric, in a false epic where any criticism is labeled as betrayal. They claim to defend Venezuela, yet they stole the people's voice when they refused to respect the elections. That act alone strips away any moral authority. But do not be mistaken. The fact that a tyrant is real does not automatically turn an external aggressor into a savior. The United States does not act out of love for democracy. It acts out of interest. It always has. The language changes, the enemy changes, but the method remains the same: pressure, punishment, displays of power. And as always, the blow is not absorbed by those in power, but by ordinary people.

The Venezuelan people are trapped between two narratives that do not represent them. One that oppresses them from within, and another that exploits them from outside. One that claims legitimacy without real elections. Another that claims justice without taking responsibility for the human consequences of its actions. I do not defend Maduro. I point at him. But I also refuse to accept that a global power can appoint itself as a moral judge while its history is written in interventions, sanctions, and broken countries. Pain does not need propaganda. Hunger does not understand geopolitics. Dignity is not imposed with missiles, nor with dictatorships. While some sell themselves as the good ones to justify repression, and others sell themselves as the good ones to justify aggression, the result is always the same: more suffering, more rage, more generations learning that force replaces justice. And once again, pain is inherited.

Another post from a Venezuelan friend:

Environmental impact and net-zero pathways for sustainable artificial intelligence servers in the USA - Nature Sustainability The rapid expansion of AI server installations in the United States poses sustainability challenges in terms of water usage and carbon emissions. A study now quantifies these potential impacts and out...

"We show that the AI server industry is unlikely to meet its net-zero aspirations by 2030 without substantial reliance on highly uncertain carbon offset and water restoration mechanisms"

An annual additional 24-44 megatonnes of CO2 per year to 2030, from AI in the US alone ->