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Following the news is about the worst habit you can pick up. It's worse than smoking. The general assembly stuff, I'm not sure guys. As far as I'm seeing, these moves are coming a bit too late, and yet... the recognition of Palestine in any regard is a step up from turning a blind eye to a genocide, y'know. Abbas be blessed, I think the real story of the decade is this flotilla business. This stretch has to work, I'm 100% convinced they will make it. The only way they couldn't is if Israel kills citizens of NATO pact states. They'd have to kill Greta, y'know? Optics, Hasbara is all about optics. Now, what happens to them after making it ashore, I couldn't tell you. I just need to see their feet on the ground, in the strip. Not in Israel, in Gaza, in Palestine. Y'know what's funny? Manal and Remas have both picked up on how timid I've been when texting lately. They know me well enough to tell when my tone changes just through words on a sc...

My interests in art and history have drawn me back to Africa, North Africa specifically. Initially it was due to the book Wretched Of The Earth, by Frantz Fanon, but then Algeria becomes a motif of so many things that grab my attention. In Cleo, from 5 to 7 , they speak of the news of the Algerian liberation. And today my mind wanders back to that song by Warda, that enchanting song. قال ايه بيسالوني عنك يانور عيوني معقول اكون بحبك Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I can feel that one in my fingers, man. That song is the kind where you can just backslide into your seat and feel the blood rush through your legs. It's like dying of ecstasy, it's too smooth. It's a romantic feeling that makes no sense, it's that kind of resuscitation of the spirit that good music can perform in your body, y'know. It hasn't been easy sitting with the decision I made. It isn't very "like me" to do that, y'know. I don't like the idea of ghosting people, but I honestly jus...

  A hound needs to holler, and a bum needs a dollar, and I need my Rosie Bokay... I couldn't tell you what exactly triggers the country mood. For me, it just happens. It's when that looseness sits in the face just right, and when you've got on the right kind of coat. When your stride gets longer and you start to slow down, you may feel that sort of spirit coast along the front of your face. You get to being less idealistic, and you can laugh a little more. Difficulties start to become humorous; uncertainty flies out the window. And trust me, all the windows stay open. I think about how they sexy-washed Johnny Cash in the Bob Dylan movie. They made that man look so fucking delicious, you almost forget that in reality, JR looked the way he sounded. And I say that as someone who admires his work, and his life. Boyd Holbrook did a good job of portraying the man, but Lord, they're trying to erase the 6.5's of history, and I won't stand for it. That's just a joke;...

I feel better now. I was blessed by the presence of an ethereal superbeing, a beautiful goddess sculpted by a goddess. Every time that somebody gorgeous walks into my workplace, life is suddenly good again. I'll see you guys later.

I'm thinking resolution is the key. It’s a bit of a silly goal to have, a selfish thing to want, but that kind of closure, a clarity of direction... it's very necessary. It makes it easier to move to the next volume. The mood I've been put into is, I think, less fatalistic. Less vain, but also less reserved. I'm looking at a diagram that God set out in front of me, it's such a weird looking thing sometimes. The Transparent Anatomical Manikin. It refers to a transparent, three-dimensional, life-sized diagram of a woman's anatomy, created to help medical students identify organs and systems in their studies and practices. The first and only example of this apparatus that I've ever seen was Tammy, the T.A.M. displayed at the Michigan Science Center. When I was younger, it was still called the Detroit Science Center, and in my mind, it still is the Detroit Science Center. The last time I laid eyes this eighth wonder of the world was in 2024, I think near the sta...