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It was an absolute trip reading this the day after watching You Can See Everything.

Storm finally rolling in.

I’ve been fairly serious about film since the mid 1980s. I thought I would die without seeing another film of the level that You Can See Everything reaches. Do not allow anyone to spoiler you before seeing. Get violent if you must.

Rain this weekend, I hope.

I don’t really talk to anyone about music anymore. Thank god for YouTube where I can watch a dozen people’s expressions when they hear my new compulsion for the first time.

Woke up to the rat-a-tat-tat of this fellow pecking a hole into my pergola.

Just finished Greyhound by @joannapocock.bsky.social and find myself wishing there were a chapter on Reno. Perhaps it should be written as a fanfic interpolation. So many complex threads are tangled in this book, to be untangled (or not) by the reader.

Below the water.

Moody Seattle.

Hellscape.

Cloudscape.

Everyone had conspired to rob her of her youth, her happiness, and eventually her life; in place of those, everyone else had piled infinite pain on her, and probably they secretly enjoyed it. Dick, Philip K.1991. Valis. New York: Vintage Books

Soup season. 🍂🍁

A lot of textural elements here. Like a little War & Peace side quest.

Most of life is just… this.

I could look at these colors and patterns all day.

Another great one.

Not a great photo, but a great cloud.

Subordinate clauses are your friends. It's best to drop the poison at the end, when the subject of the sentence has been buried in the drift and can no longer be refuted because it is impossible to decode. Kraus, Chris. 2004. Video Green. Los Angeles: Semiotext(e).

ALBERTINE’s Book Club includes Charlotte Mandell’s translation: “The Deserters” by Mathias Énard (tr. Charlotte Mandell, New Directions). @avecsesdoigts.bsky.social Read about ALBERTINE’s events: mailchi.mp/albertine/se...

By what are we to measure the value of a man? His ancestor once drew a reindeer on the wall of a cave; two thousand years later that gesture still radiates. St-Exupery, Antoine. Trans. Lewis Galantiere. 1984. Airman’s Odyssey. San Diego: Harvest Books.

To set aside a place inside oneself to wait, you never know, to wait for a love, perhaps a love without a person attached to it yet, but for that and only that. I wanted to tell you you were what I had waited for. Duras, Marguerite. Trans. Barbara Bray. 1989. Emily L. New York: Pantheon Books.

Today my heart is very full of love. 

Morning commute.

@smwwriting.bsky.social I swear on my granny that I preordered your book which just now arrived through no fault of anyone’s but mine. Couldn’t get it directly in the US so I sent it to my most ADHD-riddled pal 😭 my brain makes great decisions.

Life is perhaps that enclosed moment when my gaze destroys itself in the pupils of your eyes Farrokhzad, Forugh. Trans. Michael C. Hillman 1987. A Lonely Woman. Washington, DC: Mage Publishers/Three Continents Press.

Was, was opinion. How did we touch each other - each other with these hands? Celan, Paul. Trans. Michael Hamburger. 1989. Poems of Paul Celan. New York: Persea Books.

Staying up to see if friends can make it to your house across the evacuation line from the latest fire. The new normal.

"The fact that the individual return on investment no longer adds up does not mean the social value of liberal arts colleges has been exhausted." Exploring the new ecosystem of microcolleges: http://lareviewofbooks.org/article/microcollege-movement-liberal-arts-deep-springs-sheldon-jackson

I always think, once my kid is back in school, then I’ll be able to really dig in to my bedside stack.

It’s so blue up here.

80 degrees, sharp and clear. Albany is hyperreal.

Visited an incredible tiny lit shop and found books from @boredwolves.bsky.social @dorothyproject.bsky.social @charcopress.com @ndbooks.bsky.social @coffeehousepress.bsky.social @sevenstories.bsky.social @picadorbooks.bsky.social as well as Joyland Editions which does not seem to have a bsky?

And leaf textures from Montreal, which I am missing a lot.

Leaf textures in Hudson.

ChatGPT and Claude were in the closet making abysses and I saw one of the abysses and the abyss also looked at me.

A final dinner with Schattenfroh before mailing him back home. Someone came out from the kitchen to settle a bet they had going about what book I was reading. The sheer heft attracted curiosity ❤️ What well-read staff!