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doctors questionnaire as poetic form
q: have you now or even smoked a cigarette?
q: drink: socially?
q: do you use recreational drugs?
q: any history of family wanderings?
q: have you had the procedure before?
q: net worth?
q: are you afraid?
q: did you do the proper preparation procedure? solid foods?
q: why do television commercials often show such anger at the requirements of the social world?
q: do you respond well to the procedure? will you now
(etc etc)
update
tomorrow i have a colonoscopy (don’t guess my age on this, you’re wrong) (don’t expect a post tomorrow, 50/50), and today i am on a liquid diet which sucks. i am hungry and in a bad mood :)
dragon quest x is available in english now, with a little finagling, on Steam deck. yes—yes—i read japanese alright, but i never played an MMO before. i have no clue what the hell’s going on with these systems
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L&J’s approach divides their readers into two categories. You can, like the authors, consider yourself among the departed, looking on these wooden characters with a gloating scorn. Or else you must be, like these characters, the object of that scorn. Either way, there’s little room for the empathy necessary to make such stories truly frightening. --- blog post about the Left Behind series of book, contemporary to them
there is a nihilism in denying the existence of the Other, huh. this world is very narrow, all outside of it is naught
(i was afraid of these books as a child, despite what the quote there says. i was too young to know, even, that i, as a catholic, would be among the targets of its scorn. maybe, then, i knew if it was true i should be scared)
lists
Foods that contain fiber
oops
almost forgot to post!
revision tip for writers: read your stories out t loud in stupid accents! you’ll notice more about how the language works by speaking it aloud in a way different from your habit! you will feel silly as hell but maybe many strongly improved line edits!
this is not a joke!
Gods, to their eternal chagrin, are comic.
my gloss on it, from yesterdays post:
a wonderful simple sentence holding two ideas at once: the gods are better than us, unable to experience tragedy as we do, but that in that greatness there’s a loss. there’s something to be said for feeling bad. it ain’t nothing to be laughed at
Anne Carson on the gods
In an intro to Euripides, in a parenthetical, Anne Carson says:
Gods, to their eternal chagrin, are comic.
In place of a full post today, I implore you to think on that. Maybe I will say a piece tomorrow.
Strange Overtones 2
TODO: link old post, add song
still thinking of my potentially imagined version of Strange Overtones. i made a quick sketch of it, to imitate the vocal styles. below:
submissions
i write novellas now. it’s all in attempt, i think, to write more novelistically, to pretend i’m maturing from short stories, though of course that’s not the case. but i write with such compression, in attempt to recreate alienation, getting word counts up is hard, not without getting fragmented and ballooning counts of characters
anyways: submitting novellas for publication feels difficult, begging people to look over things they don’t want. novellas don’t sell is the wisdom (then again: short stories is the same). it feels extra bothersome, or hopeless, or something similiar
still: sent one in today, Scott and Bianca. then i revise American Desert for what’s next. hobbyist writing means, i think, creating fantasies you think will die
Strange Overtones
been listening, all day, to David Byrne’s Strange Overtones. it’s beautiful. i, too, sometimes hear things through walls
but… BUT: i’ve known this song, for the longest time, for a cover or alternate version i can’t place for the life of me. it’s no longer upbeat but rather morose, sentimental, wistful, Ahnoni and the Johnson’s style. it has a sense of loss. and i cannot find it. i dont know who it’s by, i don’t know when it’s from, I can only hum and feel it, or listen to the original and imagine what I know exists there somewhere, or if doesn’t exist now should still somewhere
or maybe it was put-upon painful, a la xiu xiu
i am dreaming
of course the story means, the question’s what’s it mean specifically
this is about I Found Evidence Of My House Spinning | U&U Forums (LibreCrawl archive 2026-09-03)
the story’s of course spreading a bit (or so i hope or so i imagine), and the twists a pretty open secret also (if you don’t know it, don’t read on), so i just wanna look at how the twist functions, huh
recontextualization, yeah, we get it, but i love the way that’s already what the story is before the context gets put in. it’s a paranormal story from the start, and what’s a paranormal story if not a desperate search for context. it’s like detective stories, but more open-ended: not so much who-done-it what-is-it-that’s-done: the evidence is all there, what could it mean, what does it mean of the unknowable world?
anyways i’m incredibly charmed by the nature of the recontextualization: it’s emotional. why understand the world? for others
nice
what do you do when you have trouble sleeping?
i’ve rarely had full on, sustained insomnia, but ever since college, maybe once a month, i’ll have a terrible night of sleep. it’s trouble instantiating sleep, for all my insomnia enthusiasts out there, and so i’m often very conscious, aware the whole time
i never know what to do
at best, i’ll read. i love to read. strong memories of books i’ve read late: the metamorphosis with a cat on my girlfriends floor, george perec curled on a futon under half light and humming of an air conditioning, librivox recordings of greek dramas sometimes, as though amateurish retellings of child murder might help me drift off. always important: laying or sitting in some position uncomfortable. half-wakefulness is dull like a pin through felt then skin, so ya gotta exaggerate all the sensations
tonight: a blog. legs up on the back side of the couch, eyes dry, i present an image of myself into the world
Making Obsidian my CMS
I am so slow at updating, so lax in this blog. I have even stopped posting translations, though some are done, wasting away on my harddrive right now. (apologies to my mostly imagined audience)
why? cause this is a static site, so i have to work to post things. sucks
instead: i’m copying my whole-ass blog into obsidian, which i use on my phone
daily posts?
daily posts
perhaps