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so, i'm used to stuff like this from MC Lars (studied Shakespeare at Oxford, pioneered lit-hop) and it's not unexpected from punk bands, like The Menzingers linechecking Nabokov's "Pale Fire", but damn — still a bit of a shock to hear a Henry James deep cut in Olivia Rodrigo's "all-american bitch"

Every natural science has phenomena that make the layperson go, "Huh, that's fun/cool/weird/etc."; and the initiate go, "Oh... oh nono, oh NO — RUN!" Examples: Physics — Fluorescent lightbulbs turning on by themselves. Mech. Eng. — A (diesel) engine running after you switch off the ignition. 1/2

every now and then the contributors' notes on genius toss out a true banger such as "Like many of his songs, this uptempo romp is actually about depression."

listening to a lotta gordon lightfoot today because but of course and so has got me wondering whether or not @joe-hill.bsky.social watched the 1946 Abbott & Costello flick "The Time of Their Lives" at some point before Locke & Key? (collections're boxed up rn, so can't check introductions/endnotes)

i just realized that from a certain point of view i appear to be constructing a room-sized lament configuration. although considering that my copy of tcathr is octavo/medium octavo and may end up housed within — maybe? (you know just without all the happy-go-luckiness it had in the hellbound heart)

An upwards-angled view of the corner of a rectilinear structure made of aluminum extrusions and stained wood panels, midway through assembly.

always check for bees before you stop and smell the roses (i am not being metaphorical, i am just now nearly having been stung in the nose by a bee nestled down for the night in one of the roses on my regular running route)

Hofstadter's Observation on O'Toole's Corollary of Finagle's Law: The perversity of the Universe tends towards a maximum — even and especially when one attempts to account for this tendency.

ain't no context collapse like seeing your shitposts printed out on a poster board being set up on a stand by a paunchy guy in a suit and tie

Requirements for the John Wick Merit Badge: Formal instruction or demonstrated achievement (e.g., placing at a competition) in each of the following — 1) Jiu-jitsu or comparable grappling art. 2) Close quarter combatives (striking, misc. weapons). 3-5) Tactical pistol, rifle, and shotgun. (1/4)

so i was out running last week and a couple of guys LITERALLY cat-called me - like, shouted "MIAOW!" out the window as they drove past. ngl, it was kinda... weird, def. more perturbatory than complimentary, and it took me 'til the end of the block to remember what i was wearing and go, RIGHT. yeah:

Close-up of my torso from the Saturday morning before Promise Land 2026 - hydration vest with soft-flasks, grass in the background, but most importantly a short-sleeved graphic tech tee with an enormous KAIJU-CAT on it erupting out of some Hokusai-esuqe waves with a tiny-by-comparison helicopter in the foreground.

So I had this whole running-thought of how using "Hwæt!" to introduce a story to a rambunctious, likely-drunk audience was oddly enough exactly like how "So!" seems to be used in Tumblr posts and it turns out that Seamus Haney beat me to it by like twenty years. (Beowulf. Faber & Faber, 2009) -

Several of the families of Canada geese in the park have just hatched this season's goslings and so if you are or are responsible for a baby or a dog or an other curious and/or rambunctious type mammal of fifty or fewer pounds...

The Climber (adapted by Shin-ichi Sakamoto [@14mountain.bsky.social] from Jirō Nitta's novel Kokō no Hito) is maybe the best story I've read about an ultrarunner, despite being 100% about mountain climbing with no running involved beyond a VO2-max test. Right up there alongside Murakami's WITAWITAR.