I apparently did. Sheesh.
Why the fuck is my entire feed #foodstr links? Did I follow this hashtag unintentionally? How do I get rid of this?
So long #googlepodcasts. Another product that Google launched and never iterated on.
The irony that the screening of American Fiction I attended last night consisted of an audience almost entirely made up of white folks on MLK Jr. day is not lost on me.
If you get the message, hang up the phone. For psychedelic drugs are simply instruments, like microscopes, telescopes, and telephones. The biologist does not sit with eye permanently glued to the microscope, he goes away and works on what he has seen.
Alan Watts
#psychedelics
It seemed to him the room of an inhibited bachelor. It was dimly horrifying, like timid secret desires for unattainable intimacies.
Graham Greene The Confidential Agent #literature #grahamgreene
The Boy and the Heron was as solid as we can expect from any Miyazaki film, but while there were moments of magic, it failed to completely awe me in a way I’ve come to expect from him. And that’s fine I guess. Perhaps what disappointed me the most was Joe Hisaishi’s score this time around. #film #studioghibli #hayaomiyazaki #theboyandtheheron
I had to delete Damus then download it again from the App Store to get the “+” button back. Weird.
45 years old today. Halfway done with life.
Her invitation wasn't to pleasure, but to struggle, hard and sharp, closer to murder than to love. If you threw yourself on her, it would be like throwing yourself from the parapet of a skyscraper. You would do it with a scream. You couldn't expect to rise again. Your teeth would be driven into your skull like nails into a pine board and your back would be broken. You wouldn’t even have time to sweat or close your eyes.
Nathanael West The Day of the Locust #writers #literature #books
So #[1]. I realize this is a bit of a long shot. But according to this article I found, I’m supposed to reach out to you about a Bluesky invite. JK obviously, but if you have one laying around that no one is using, I’ll take it off your hands. 
Tarek Yamani: Lamma Bada Yatathanna https://tidal.com/track/59775185
Miss Lonelyhearts went home in a taxi. He lived by himself in a room that was as full of shadows as an old steel engraving. It held a bed, a table and two chairs. The walls were bare except for an ivory Christ that hung opposite the foot of the bed. He had removed the figure from the cross to which it had been fastened and had nailed it to the wall with large spikes. But the desired effect had not been obtained. Instead of writhing, the Christ remained calmly decorative.
Nathanael West Miss Lonelyhearts
#literature #books #writing
Miss Lonelyhearts by Nathanael West https://app.thestorygraph.com/books/04b1f5f0-b6af-40e9-af53-8030478d2976
#nowreading #literature #books 
That funny, difficult name, against which the undisciplined tongue rebels, that soft, perverse s that immediately brings a vague sensa-tion, something like cold oilcloth spread over the kitchen table, a basket of freshly plucked tomatoes from the country garden, the smell of the fumes from the gas stove.
Olga Tokarczuk
Flights
#literature #writing #womenwriters
After fully immersing myself in Mastodon, now I’m being forced to second guess my decision.