Me n the boys ready for tonight’s festivities

I loved this radio station when I thought it was all niche shows dedicated to stuff like Indian ragas and sacred harp singing.

I love it even more now in light of its journalists’ bravery.

Join me in donating to them, if you can.

Thanks I hate it, wanna barf about it

Eating a carob brownie like it’s 1999

Remember it was on May Day that Tess ruined her life and avoid making eye contact while circling your Maypole

Ahem.

That book you’re talking about, it’s actually 246 pages.

But who’s counting.

(Not Pitchfork editors, apparently.)

Today I learned that people post their SAT scores on their L1nk3d1n profiles and now I’m just stuck here feeling extra sad for humanity

Spent the day working on campus and was unnerved to see how many of my fellow faculty members also spent the day working on campus.

I am painting bookshelves-to-be and my neighbors next door are having a loud-ass backyard wedding.

It’s a nice Saturday.

Saw Bonello’s LA BÊTE last night, which is much more David Lynch than Henry James (though it is *very loosely* inspired by a James story).

Mesmerizing if you’re interested in the question, “What if a movie except just 2.5 hrs of pure dread?”

Man, this guy must really like steak sauce

Is it just me, or does the inflatable slice of pizza in the campus courtyard look kinda … lonely?

“They’ll say we’re disturbing the peace, but there is no peace. What really bothers them is that we are disturbing the war.” Howard Zinn 1971

Just ruined everyone’s life with this last writing prompt of the semester

A ◽️T ◽️L ◽️A ◽️N ◽️T ◽️I ◽️C
I ◽️N B ◽️I ◽️O

RT if you've never taken someone else's job while they were on strike.