One time, in college, I went to senior prom as Zoro.
Just had a panicked moment thinking water could spoil, then realized I had accidentally drank from the kombucha glass.
It was once critics who helped shape cultural values – spotting a trend here, putting a scene on the map there – but now the process is driven by metrics. Context, the land of the artist and the critic, has been determined valueless (unless algorithmic) by the mainstream, which honestly never much cared for it to begin with.
A thoughtful piece on art and criticism that’s surprisingly hopeful in the face of change by Yancey Strickler.
Plus for visiting LA: being able to work outside in January.
I learned the term “kazorcastra” at our company retreat, and I love it. It’s a group of kazoo players, and apparently it’s real.
I’m missing Godzilla Minus One Minus Color, but then again dogs permenantly suffer from the reverse so I think I’m doing okay. 🍿
Never let it be said that logs don’t have a sense of humor.
Topanga is pretty nice.
I had such a wonderful time at the Lullabot retreat. You can’t beat relaxing with amazing humans while beating the cold.
So happy to be at the Lullabot retreat. It’s been a hard year, and it’s a joy to relax and have fun with my co-owners.
Spotted two people flying with their cats this morning.
On my way to California for two weeks. I’m really excited but hoping this is my last trip for a while.
I found this seashell in the grating of the radiator (seen behind). I know the previous tenant must have accidentally knocked it in but my first thought was that the heat was an ancient seabed.
Another entry in the AI Novel covers series. Here’s the generating prompt:
Generate an image of a fake novel cover called “Illegal Touching by Jillian St. Basketball”. It is a sports romance novel.
What is going on with that basketball? And why is the guy’s teeth like that? Melty hoops I understand.
Currently reading: The Last Colony by John Scalzi 📚
Started last night. Thought I’d take a break from the Old Man’s War series, but was feeling a light fun novel last night so keeping on!
I put my desk together yesterday. It’s missing a support beam underneath (I must have accidentally thrown it out in the frantic move), so the lower level wobbles, but I figure I can replace it with a two by four. In the mean time, I have a dedicated desk and large monitor for the first time in nine months!
Snow is sticking in New York for the first time time this year.
A great map of the independent web, assigned to categories you can look up by clicking. What you’re reading is part of the “Personal web” but there’s so many interesting nooks. Folder poetry? The feral web? Let’s go.
Susuru Ramen in Astoria is absolutely incredible. I had the garlic oil Kuro. Great broth, noodles cooked just right.
Because the job is not to know; it’s to become. A sociopath knows what kindness is and how to weaponize it; a saint becomes it.
Finished reading: The Ghost Brigades by John Scalzi 📚
Stale cigarette smoke is a deeply nostalgic smell for me, even though I never was a smoker. I don’t get to smell it much anymore, which is probably a good thing, since it’s still pretty gross.
I’ve performed in countless improv shows, but tonight will be the first time I’ll host one. Wish me luck.