Tonight I’m remembering Phillip Wearne again. A friend in a chaotic time, and perhaps still also a missed opportunity to learn more from him. He introduced me to Graham Greene’s works, for which I’ll always be grateful.


It’s been a while since I posted an indulgent, vapid photo like this. Cheers, you filthy animals.

What appears to be a whisky cocktail in a rocks glass on a coaster, next to a closed sticker-laden laptop in the foreground. A Christmas tree projecting colorful lights into the ceiling and reflecting off of windows and framed art in the background.

Long day, mostly night.


Some photos from around a foggy U.S. Capitol this morning.


A missed opportunity with The Onion buying Infowars and announcing their plans? What if they quietly acquired & published real critiques of gov’t, political parties, oligarchs' documented corruption and lies? One might succeed in Judo-ing the conspiratorial distrust that isn’t entirely unfounded among some Jones/Trump fans.


Thank you, Noah.

I watch us
in our last, most honest minutes
putting bread on credit, double-
bagging bleach and ketchup, trying
to keep what we love alive.


I still struggle with achieving the right balance of exposure to my local nuclear fusion reaction. Sometimes it is due to my own bad choices, but often I can blame systemic causes. Regardless, I managed a good starting dose this morning and it made a difference.


This day still fucks with my head.


EVP

I am not in the market to buy a new car, yet. But were I, my wife and I would be looking to EVs. When I entertain the hypothetical, I pause at my sense of the industry treating vehicles (all of them, seemingly, not just EVs) as an IoT appliance, tethered to the manufacturer one way or another, even if you don’t subscribe to extra services. I believe the following should be rights:

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It’s also Fuck Bell Textron Day, at least for me.