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2025-8 weekly post

Writing

only revised ‘The Girl’ one day this week, as I’ve been doing some story revisions for submissions: my cigarettes and my ponce de leon story, both of which (i noticed this week) pull the same sort of sudden shift into the absurd to explain abstractions. i’ve got techniques

in submissions: sent my hans story in, reading a few for another place. i actually recorded where this week, but i dont know if its like verboten to post this in the semi-public world of the blog. but i am, as they say, working now

Other projects

little of note. i was sick this week, as an excuse

Books

of interest:

  • finished Solenoid, by Mircea Cărtărescu, after months. i have opinions abt that

Other

  • lots of sickness and Zelda
  • watching the new severances now

2025-7 weekly post

Writing

another 4 day week for ‘The Girl’; i got sick at the end of the week. we’re at the point now of highest violence now (i think), or at the very least when her personality vanishes. this is the heavy shit

in addition:

  • wrote more Kossler! on my phone
  • revised “Hans” for a submission. i haven’t sent it in yet, but i will this week, assuming i feel less sick soon

Other projects

  • reading the pico-8 manual, for fun and pleasure

Books

of interest:

note: i oughta get to work on puttin my reading log here, as well in public. one of these days, huh

Other

  • saw “His Motorbike, Her Island” as the Japan Society near the UN on Valentines day, a movie by the director of House, it was nice

in search of lost time marginalia

i’ve always drawn pictures in the margins of my books. dont know why. not gonna analyze. i’ve been trying to read proust in french this year, and as i go, checking translations again in english, i been seeing images

so: i am gonna upload them here. keep this page bookmarked. it can only be good.

mama in her garden dress

vol 1, p13


translations read

  1. Swann’s Way: Lydia Davis translation, US version

2025-6 weekly post

Writing

still on ‘The Girl’. only wrote 4 days this week, got into the next step of disassociation. we’re into the nightmares, the soldiers, the bars

in addition:

  • finished a new intro to Kossler on my phone. its nice to write in the notes app. i havent done so in a decade
  • another submission. im trying to submit on thursdays now, but i’m still not recording (oops). maybe later i’ll have details that count

Other projects

  • made a really stupid game at a game jam
  • still writing on the ants. had a very busy week outside the home, so i haven’t done much

Books

dipped into proust some. lots of short stories, of course. again, busy week, right. right? right?

Other

Nope! I played lots of zelda instead of reading. Tears of the Kingdom. i am in an imagined world, wondering around. i am chilling it the depths. im really enjoying the game, for only being pointless

also went to a david lynch drag tribute. someone did a striptease as the lost highway mystery man (10/10, transcendent)

why is the dominant aesthetic form of so much web-art brutalist?

its always plain text, default font, white background. its checkerboard transparent stand-ins, equal-width characters, source code visibility a must. i feel it pretends to a sort of transparent modernism, a text describing its own creation apparatus, but why then does it seem to me so nostalgic? these are all signifiers of old ways of using the computer, old by the time i got my first laptop (which was a very long time ago now). it feels like a stranger letting you know something awful dot com is the originator of online culture, not 4chan like you were taught. i guess it comes off like a pose, is what it feels like. i’m not coddled byt the convenience of modern computing, it tells you. i’m an operator, eyes inside

brought on by seeing this, though really this is a reaction to almost everything, a tantrum of things i dont understand