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
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.