beyonce is a nuanced proposition (2026-07 weekly post)
week 7 of 2026: a week’s worth of weeks. a week of weeks. im weak
of note: finished translation of coca-cola from meet me in a dream—an itoi one. never know where to put my paltry advertisements for those, as there’s (so far as i know) not a huge collection of itoi fictions fans, ya know. earthbound places? my feeling is they’re more a fandom place interested in their rpg friends, so id be only selfishly self-promoting.
instead i leave it here for you folks, guess: enjoy, my possibly existnt readers
additionally:
scottin thru that bianca: slower as busier week
stopped traditional diary entries: ought to go back
valentines day: the snow melts
maybe, in future, actual retrospection here!
Coca-Cola, by Shigesto Itoi
my translation of the forty-seventh story (out of 99) of 夢で会いましょう [Meet Me in a Dream] by Haruki Murakami and Shigesato Itoi, not guaranteed to be accurate. see the intro post to read more!
If you take the Coca-Cola company at their word, Coca-Cola was synthesized in a lab. They stake this claim out clear in PR and ads. But do only the barest bit of research and you’ll find a better truth: Coca-Cola comes from the natural world.
Let’s get our facts straight—the Coca-Cola company tells us they harvest their cola straight from Cola Trees in the jungles of Borneo, and this much is true! My regular readers know as well the taboo the native Dayaks there have towards Cola Trees: they’ll never touch them. It’s obscene. What you might not know is this—naturally formed, deep in mountains hidden by the forest, are what are known as Cola Taps. Spigots, valves, faucets, etc. You get the picture.
The Coca-Cola company in fact runs mining operations there. Cola Taps are strip mined. Worse (if you trust the record) these taps were discovered first by Conquistadors in the 16th century. The Spanish used the basin these taps form in to dispose waste—their human waste—meaning as toilet! No wonder the Dayaks came to avoid the place: it smelled of nothing more than olive oil rotting in the sun.
And that’s not it! North of this basin, behind the waterfall that feeds it, Cola Phials naturally form—always in twelves. The Dayak people consider the area sacred, as a space of divine gifts. Thus Cola Phials weren’t discovered till World War II, by a Japanese soldier, who was hiding there waiting for orders to ship back out: he’d found a phial and used it as a container to wash rice. A local elder (it was no secret to the Dayak this soldier was there) explained there were even more where that had come from—a near endless amount. There’s record of this even—look it up! Any paper, 1945, under Foreign Affairs.
Anyhow, let’s cut right to the chase: the Cokea Monkey. How does this creature fit in this?
The Cokea monkey: we may lack photo evidence, but other evidence shows he’s real. Since ancient times we know he’s gone to Cola Trees, fitted his Cola Taps inside them, filled his Cola Phials up. Even the MIC’s aware of that. FOIA requested records of NSF research—which I have, and will send if you dm—record exploratory interviews with Bornean fauna—orangutans, elephants, anunnaki, wasps, etc.—and even this revealed little more than the creatures fame. Maybe—maybe!—these animals’ silences told more than words. What might they have hid in secret smiles?
If history tells us anything, the powerful get the last laugh. This opinion, in fact, was shared by the NSF—very, very suspicious, concluded one redacted portion of their committee’s report.
Remember: speculation is only as true as the circumstances behind it.
More as I learn it.
translator's note: this was another difficult one for me, so i tried to disguise in pyrotechnics. i get the distinct impression some of these shorts are sort of one-and-dones, in the sense they're not the most thought out, so to hide both that and my own amateur inconsistencies, i've added the whole conspiracy theory twist. call it a 21st century update, or a somewhat loose interpretation. its like jazz
the windows startup noise (2026-06 weekly post)
I’ve been rejected by one literary agent (quickly—honestly nice!), so even tho I was looking for more already, now I’m doing so a different way.
More importantly: writing Bianca and Scott, the deepest portions in the home, my favorite part
Life occurred therfore i didnt write as muich as id have watned, expecially translations. Gonna try to join a japanese accountability book for the translations. Cool cool cool
And Pico 8
And reading books
and watching Movies
ANd I beleive the world is real and have not wriiten diary entrys this week much
(aside at later time: i often dream of falling bombs. i have for years now. i am reading thomas pynchon gravutys rainbow now and so its happening more. can you believe what i have to put up with?)
in a word: embarassing (2025-05 weekly post)
S— is deeply deep into learning Steno, even practining on weekends, so while sitting with her on the couch (outside too cold to want to leave the house) i’ve got back into final fantasy 7 remake. get this: i love the battle system. i love the jokes. navigating is difficult in a high fidelity world but i dont care, i still enjoy it
but here we are, in a place meant for writing updates. this is not a final fantasy spot
i’ve been stitching together parts of Scott and Bianca and i love it. its fun. im attempting to write freely and foolishly, like on the blog, following a discursive pattern first then character, story. after all: these characters are very distant from themselves, caught in machinery. im also doing some more translations, Meet Me In A Dream, but my current one, abt Cola Cola, is dense with words i dont know, or playful terms, thus it takes longer. i may look into joining a local japanese language group to force myself some new accountability. if so, ill decide by tomorrow
I THINK WHAT I MEAN TO SAY IS that I LOVE GRAVITYS RAINBOW
bullet (2025-02 weekly post)
a return to work, a return to a regular sort of sleeping schedule
making food with yogurt, making a new food thats called “pastina”
the writing page edge
i have been deep in this Scott and Bianca fiasco now. additionally, revising stories and i wrote a letter to people begging for represenation., The Girl. its very good. please buy it
also: this year tryna hit a translation from meet me in a dream this year. so on that
the BIG EVENT of the week (sleepy, januarily) was finally putting up pictures on the walls. they are not ALL up, but let’s accept the facts: this new apartment, bc theres more rooms, has more waals, and so many more places for pictres. we have an unreasonable number (2) of tvs. puctrires are what you put up to be forgotten. happy memories slide back in time
i am, for no reason other than my own, attempting to watch a movie a dayand review on letterboxd, so see mee there
i am a somewhat terrible representer of Self, thus part of why i try these blog posts. i have corn-kid catholic issues with presentinG self. every day., once a day, i am reading thomas pycnhon. maybe pretend im the same as him