very & shoes @quaad@everything.happens.horse

Apparently there’s now Octopolis and Oclantis.

#gravy, but that's how it goes.
millions of people living as foes
#gravy, it's not too late
to learn how to love and forget how to hate.

@ingrid you have waymo important things to be doing

Moving always sucks, especially when you are self isolating and have hoarding tendencies, but then friends come out of the woodwork and are supportive and kind and you get to spend real quality time with them and it’s kind of magical.

I think the president should abandon Air Force one and travel like Kublai Khan did: in a palanquin atop four caparisoned elephants.

New term I learned today: Brakpan car guard.

@tripofmice it’s similar in NYC, except the wait list runs into the thousands (tens of thousands?) and the apartments are similarly priced at slightly below market rate. I lucked out and got a rent stabilized apt outside the housing lottery through a friend of a friend.

Annual local tulip house appreciation post.

And in this apartment I’ve experienced two very painful breakups, a pandemic, and well, politics.

Because I tend to adapt myself to problematic situations rather than working to change them.

On the flip side I get good vibes from my new place and it’s really making me aware of the problems in my current place

Moving is an uncomfortable excavation

that feeling when everything you've been procrastinating about for the past ten years has to be done in the next four weeks.

Was driving down Coney Island Avenue recently and noticed that these are now gone. They may not have been great (or even good) art and their historicity is dubious, but I liked that they were there and I'm sad that they're gone. the long defunct bell telephone logo is still there.

@ingrid you contain multitudes and also infinite light.

happy daylight savings day to all who celebrate, tho it's objectively the worst holiday ever conceived. taking solace in the Ornette Coleman birthday broadcast on WKCR.

When I was a kid I thought there was a great song about some boys from a place called beckentown

No, I’m not crying at the the Marseillaise scene in Casablanca. You are.