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
Star Wars, by Haruki Murakami
A long time ago
At the limits of the Milky Way
The Yakult Swallows acheive victory…
1986/3/24
from “An Anthology of Yakult Swallows Poetry”
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!
Club, by Shigesato Itoi
my translation of the twenty-fifth 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!
I was watching one of those gossip shows. Friends had told me the tarot horoscopes they did were scary accurate. They read them out at the end of the program’s hour.
My fortune–I’m a Scorpio–was positive.
“Have you ever found a lost gold ring?” a woman in gypsy costume said with a conspiratorial confidence. “Your weekend will feel lucky as that.”
This sounded alright to me. Joyously, I chose to plan my day. I’d try something new, I’d be real brave. I was still essentially a child.
Next the woman read the cards for Pisces. She pulled a five of clubs.
“Beware of nightclubs after 5,” she interpreted.
Young and dumb and fully undissuaded, I stood from the kitchen table and considered my luck.
As usual, that day I’d slept in late.
pinky! (2025-01 weekly post)
i would like to be making these posts much longer now, or at least more detailed, as in retrospectives or narratives rather than posts. i imagined it as a “resolution” of sorts. but this week S has had a fever, and im mostly caring for her
writing: i’ve been sporadic and i’ve been slow. this is required. the week between christmas and new years is the actual holiday week: time to rest and look at snow and in exaggerated distress ponder if next year it will come. i worked on Scott and Bianca and translations
(im writing this in a put upon rigid voice)
(i am watching a movie as well right now)