"Yeah, I got heart, but I ain't got no locker, do I Mick?"
—Rocky Balboa
"Yeah, I got heart, but I ain't got no locker, do I Mick?"
—Rocky Balboa
I was cleaning out old bookmarks today and came across this quirky service that epitomizes the sort of simplicity we crave for publishing on the net (albeit anonymously.) text.fyi
Here's my one and only post on the service back in 2018. Maker
And here is the writing interface, markdown ok. text.fyi
Can you get yourself to publish something that you know no-one will ever see? If you don't copy the URL, you'll never see it again either! 🙂
Goodbye Firefox. But where to now?
Marjorie Taylor Green declared yesterday, with maps of southeastern US as props, that Democrats are capable of controlling the weather and that they used this power to wreak havoc and destruction on the red state havens of their enemies.
I must thank her for erasing the last tiny vestiges of belief I clung to in the gravitas of responsible leadership. I’m not naive but I desperately wanted to believe that being close to the highest levels of power in our democracy would inspire some level of seriousness and sense of duty.
No. The only person stupider than MTG is me.
Kawase Hasui (1883-1957).
Tenno-ji Temple in Osaka (Osaka Tenno-ji).
Showa period, 1927. Woodblock print.
With the colder months approaching, I look forward to the possibility of experiencing the sense of peace this beautiful print elicits.
I began to move towards zero carbohydrate consumption earlier this year. It was not sudden and I had dallied and experimented with the concept for a while before that. I experienced periods of low-carb intake followed by periods of complete loss of appetite control. The intensity of the binge-eating was alarming and prompted me to be more serious about the experiment.
"I have a concept of a plan," resonates so much with me and let's be real, everyone, because well,...guilty as charged.
But I can own that I procrastinate and that my personal failings are often the source of my anxiety and lack of focus and direction. The Republican candidate lacks the ability for any such self-reflection and therefore also has only "a concept of a man."
Which concept is severely broken.
Up early to make sure I experience all the satisfaction of the day after. The day after Kamala Harris handed that shit talking bridge-troll the one part of his body that isn't the color of dried apricot.
Venn the cat.
The plural of ox is oxen.
The plural of box is …
I found this gem yesterday, buried on Disc 9 of the Bill Evans Complete Riverside Recordings. Zoot Sims is inspired. Jim Hall on guitar, Ron Carter on bass, Philly Joe Jones on drums. Tracked it down on YouTube. Perfect for a Sunday morning.