Jen Geacone-Cruz | Borikén libre
@anomiseditrix.bsky.social
organic strange attractor, kompological pentester language tech, writing, narrative design, branding, fashion, poetry same @ you always knew everywhere else 🇯🇵🇩🇪🇵🇷 🩷💛🩵 🩷💜💙 https://linktr.ee/anomiseditrix
Back from a long hiatus, Facetime with Mom is back. FedEx, you've been put on notice. substack.com/@facetimewit...
FedEx Fuckers
In which mom rants about the demise of the USPS, reveals the surprising extent of her digital assistant use, and manifests a police escort to take her to a well-hidden depot in the woods.
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final fitting for my monocle today before we sent it off to be plated black because i’m me. traditional solutions to my very modern vision issues!
Just saw the premiere of Joana Tischkau’s Runnin’ tonight. If you’re in #Berlin during its run (lol), go see it. So powerful. www.hebbel-am-ufer.de/programm/pde...
i just processed the phrase “The UN body calls…” as “The UN booty calls…”
Now is the time to catch up on these before I start posting again with the backlog of transcripts from the past few years. This is all going somewhere, I promise! open.substack.com/pub/facetime...
Facetime with Mom | Jen Geacone-Cruz | Substack
Transcripts of my facetime calls with my mom. Click to read Facetime with Mom, by Jen Geacone-Cruz, a Substack publication. Launched 5 years ago.
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Love the feeling of working on #TheWormhole all day on a Friday, popping out for some art in the evening, then coming home and sitting in front of my laptop like a gremlin going right back to working on it in the dark.
🎮With all the excitement of #gamescom2025 and the many announcements this week, myself and @anomiseditrix.bsky.social have one of our own to share to whet your appetites. ➡️Three words: intergalactic strip club.
🎮Now that #Gamescom is on, @rhystories.bsky.social and I have an announcement of our own that we’ve been dying to share! ➡️Three words: intergalactic strip club. 🪡1/4
jeez since when did i get even remotely hung up about delayed lit mag selection announcements? wtf happened to my cool, unshakable detachment so i can act like it’s no biggie when i don’t get in and sulk in silence flopping on my bed listening to monteverdi and tool the rest of the day?
back on my portrait drawing bullshit again, drawing one of my favourite subjects... steadfast sidekick since we were three. check out dave young v's art in SF/ the tenderloin: www.instagram.com/dyoungv?igsh...
My latest typography work got installed: The authentic reconstruction of the 1923 NORD-SÜD sign.
"A courtesan dreaming of life as a cat" Early 19th century. https://searchthecollection.nga.gov.au/landing-info
Stepped out in the schlubbiest of ensembles to do a quick grocery run, and ran into a friend who wins the poetics of the day award for saying I looked like "a Gibson girl in a William Gibson novel".
what no one seems to talk about is that when you go through periods of intense, emotional insight happening consecutively in a shorter amount of time, it's fucking exhilarating and ridiculously exhausting. each realisation that threatens to really stick is like a lightning bolt to the cortex.
earlier this month, i had a chance meeting with a stranger in front of a train station while waiting for a perpetually late friend. he took my portrait... https://lfi-online.de/ceemes/en/gallery/Felix-Vollmann/face-the-wind-2529228.html (photo: Felix Vollmann)
found a cherry that looks like a butt!
lol out in the park doing my workout and quality control on audio smut for my consult client… yeah totes normal sat morning for me. 🎧🤭
tfw your heart feels like it’s got a blister from beating from the friction of not being able to talk about a thing that you’re going through. wild.
one of the most widely applicable bits of live advicerbvation (observations that are advice… this word is mine feel free to use it you’re welcome) passed down from at least my abuela, but probably from long before her is that: sometimes knots tie themselves.
took the last boat out last night
observing wild boars through my binocs
twas a rainy, stormy day where i accompanied my brother from another mother to the hospital to get his ear infection checked out because i’m the only one here who speaks italian. #thanksdad
where are my poets and writers at on here?!
