For the better part of four decades, I’ve put my thoughts in many different places. Some of these thoughts have thankfully disappeared into the ether and some of them are rotting away in digital graveyards like Facebook and twitter. As the internet becomes more of an inhospitable place, I’ve been keen to keep my thoughts all in one place, on a platform I have as much control over as possible. I’ll still probably share on instagram and I may fire off the odd post on bluesky, but I’m going to compile them all here, too. Not because I think they’re worthy of preservation, but just so I don’t feel so digitally schizophrenic, so I don’t accidentally lose my thoughts when an account closes or a new billionaire buys up a platform, so my thoughts won’t get buried by an algorithm because I didn’t share it with a 30 second clip of a song that I’ve never heard all the way through.
Sometimes these thoughts will be accompanied by photos. Sometimes they will be long and sometimes short. Often times they will be very stupid. I have tagged the thoughts using a system that makes sense to me and ultimately I am unconcerned as to whether or not it makes sense to you, but I think it’s pretty self-explanatory. For now, there is an option to comment on my thoughts, though I will not allow anything I deem annoying or unkind to remain published. It’s my party, I can do what I want.
on a monday
There is something so clarifying about having a little stomach flu. I always come out of it feeling something close to enlightenment. I’ve confronted the deepest depths of my human body, tested my limits, and now I can rebuild from the ashes. It’s a real fresh start and I never want to take feeling good, feeling healthy, feeling capable for granted again.
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A humpback whale was beached off the coast of Oregon yesterday and I learned that one of the big problems for beached whales is that their internal organs collapse on themselves when gravity crashes down on them and they’re not floating happily in the ocean. And not to make this all about me, but after two days in bed with this flu I get it; my whole body hurts. (That poor whale, tho. It got caught in a crab line. How heart-wrenching.)
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Just like everyone else, I’ve been listening to the new Rosalía album, Lux, on repeat. My dad always rolls his eyes and says that I like “dramatic music” but it’s like hello, you raised me on Queen and Pink Floyd and Yes so yeah, I like 🎭 dramatic music 🎭. Anyway, the final song on the album, Magnolias, makes me feel like I could jump off my balcony and fly, fr fr.
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Other dramatic music that I’m very into atm: FKA twigs’ EUSEXUA Afterglow, Daniel Avery’s collab with Alison Mosshart, Greasy Off the Racing Line (did you know that Alison’s married to the guy from Homeland? Tf??), and the new Charli xcx collab with John Cale, Home. Why yes, I do listen to Radio 6, how did you know?
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Have you heard of this horrible reading curriculum for children called three cueing? I read about it last week whilst it was doing the rounds on bluesy and yikes. It’s absolutely appalling but also explains a lot about media and regular literacy out there on the wild west of the internet. Thinking about the impacts of three cueing and whatever boomer literacy defect is happening in the Epstein emails and whew, we are all doomed aren’t we.
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A friend’s son’s friend makes the most incredible panettone and is accepting pre-orders up until 17 December! David and I keep fighting about how many to buy. I think we need five, but he thinks three. We have another week or so before I want to lock in my order so I guess I’ll spend the next 10 days in a constant state of anxiety over how much panettone is too much panettone. Please stand by for updates.