If you only care about the links, scroll with abandon. Otherwise: what's good, haven't checked in since July! Naturally it feels like about a year. This summer put me through
Even if I could have known in advance how much I'd change, we'd all end up in the same places, saying the same lines.
There ya go, today's requisite batch of neuroses laid bare.
What's up with Aster 👀
Hey there. I'm writing on the last day of 2020, so: Happy New Year! What a doozy, right? 2020 was a bad year for my country and the world at
Made with clip art by Arcanaofwales (who is also on Instagram) and OlgaSoi007, among various other materials. Looking out from my eyes is like staring upward through two inches of
Earlier this year I summed up the perpetual utilitarian lament: Despite nigh-inestimable progress, the world is pervaded by suffering. An unimaginable amount of suffering. Trying to comprehend it specifically and
FYI, this post contains Amazon affiliate links. Sundry reflections on the pleasures of books, inspired by Mason's thread from last year. ("The right pace to read at is conversational." 😍) Also
A members-only update on Sonya Supposedly progress + plans.
The two quintessential 2020 moods are laughing so you don't cry and screaming because you're at the end of your rope. It's not shaping up to be a humorous weekend,
Watching livestreamed riots last night, fire and mayhem in fuzzy rectangles, I thought of Don Henley's 1985 hit: "Molotov cocktail, the local drink / And all she wants to do is
Reflections on quitting my day job.
In which Sonya quits her job to strike out on her own!