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YAY! I finally caught up on my backlog of book write-up bullshit! While I know this means nothing to you (it shouldn't), it's hugely emancipatory for me in that I can now die without guilt over the bunches of loose, stray slack for my understudy to braid into cohesion.

Bottomline: I do my own braiding (inc. but not limited to: French plaits, cornrows, Teutonic pigtails, and much more!)

Game resumed, ex post Pynchōs.

Well, here goes. What a late gift. X to TRP

Momentary pause for what will almost certainly be the end of an era.

I’ll never understand how you guys juggle multiple books at the same time. All respect, to each their own. Maybe it’s OCD on my part, but I feel tugged between two books, unmoored until shelved. ‘I’m loving this BUT HAVE TO GET BACK before I die!!!’

Pathetic. That’s the word.

Anyone else having trouble posting reviews using the app? Going on 12-hrs now of error message. Thanks! X

Aw, shit—things just keep on getting better. Godspeed, Redford. A River Runs Through It is still a filmic Xanax of bliss, for me. Thanks for the escape hatches.

Hey, look at that—my next book pushes me into 4 digits. I’m sure EVERYONE in letters is poised, teeth resting on the bit, in mute agony, wondering what book 1000 will be.

Here’s to the next thousand. You’re not too bad, you (yes, YOU). You know that, right? Thank you for letting me steal from your shelves and admire your brains. X

RIP Brent Hinds, you irascible virtuosic beautiful sonofabitch. X

“What was going on behind the scenes in my inner life during this tour, which was so exuberant and electric and vibrant. It just comes from like the most infectiously joyful, wild, dramatic place I was in in my life. And so that effervescence has come through on this record. And like, as you said, as bangers.”

T. Swift, clarifying…everything.

8.14.77–Love into the æther, JM. X

Trying something different. Look at me, all contempo and shit—

Rereading this w a very different standard than former disposition. Which is to say, none.

Goddam. I'm at a total loss. RIP, Brian. "Love & Mercy," indeed. I'll leave this to Mr. Cale:

Mr. Wilson (1975):

I believe you Mr. Wilson
I believe you anyway
And I'm always thinking of you
When I hear your music play

And you know it's true
That Wales is not like California in any way
And when I listen to your music
You're still thousands of miles away...

California wine tastes fine--

“L.A
Things I've never done
Cars parked in the sun
Living in the day
But last night I was about to throw it all away
Last night I was about to throw it all away”

—Elliott Smith

“Cause the days change at night change in an instant the days
Change at night change in an instant
She had to leave
Los Angeles
She found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend
She bought a clock on Hollywood blvd the day she left
It felt sad she had to get out”

I live about 2 miles from LA’s Long Beach border. Everything is contiguous between the Valley and Oceanside. That said: LA is the WRONG CITY/area to agitate; we light ourselves up when we WIN sport titles. So, to DTJ, JD, Miller, Goebbels, the National Guard (aka the baby army) and ICE YOU FUCKS: go home. CA IS indivisibly Hispanic & all the better for it. DHS: just deliver my records, you fucks.

Sometimes I question the veracity of a friend request being—hmmmm—pure-driven snow. And then remember, Aw, fuck it; who cares/is this even worth ANY further expenditure…and then forget completely and am happily ignorant once again.

I hate that being in Goodreads review deficit STILL bothers me going on a decade of being on here. For that reason, I solemnly vow that I will now NOT alleviate human, animal, &/or environmental suffering, nor resolve a single social iniquity, either foreign or domestic, until I’m caught up. No, no—don’t let start that; my mind is resolved and I’m a stickler on moral priorities.

Last Gaines. Been great. Do your own pun.

F it—Gaines has a small biblio. Few more and will have collected them all…

This just occurred to me: anyone that's not read THE PLOT AGAINST AMERICA by Philip Roth maaaaaaaay want to do so now. Fucking Roth was warning everyone, but everyone was too 'past' Roth or whatever shit. It isn't speculative fiction: IT IS EERILY RIGHT NOW. If you're thinking he was just Portnoy: God, no. Man/multitudes.

Fare thee well, Pope Francis. An exemplary man whose papacy stood in direct opposition to everything America has put out to the world this year. As a scientist, a societal storm warning, and an indicator where progress may be sought, you seemed a real one. Enjoy eternity, wherever you find it.

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Cody, the Jamesian Catholic

Ability to review, much less even read, severely impacted by encroaching end of Spring term. Night, meet mare. Ugh.

Hope all are as jolly as can be

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I love the reliable disappointment of opening this app and seeing that I fail to satisfy any of GR's 'reading challenges.' Safe money bet: my not reading whatever the FUCK a 'buzzy book' is. Unless it's about bees.

Nothing like turning beauty into competition, leisure into sport. I believe in myself to, somehow, make it through the year without a digital bookmark award. It is like they're incentivized. Naahh...

Unexpected but DELIGHTFUL interruption to reading for a spell. The Angels still have a winning record 8 games in, a fucking miracle at Chez Moi. So I’m gonna enjoy it while it lasts. Should be about Wednesday before we spiral. Spring’s Hope’s Eternal.

See? A-ha!

I have a roughly 75 book variant between reviews and READ. It has driven me crazy for years. Accordingly, I am going to try to make up that deficit very quickly. HOUSEKEEPING 2025 reviews are applicable to these reviews-in-arrears, and I recommend you try your best to ignore them. Apologies if I clutter feeds until done (it will take some time). They will all be marked 'HOUSEKEEPING 2025.' I wouldn't care either. X

I’m glad I saved my last Federman novel all this time. Can’t think of a shittier tableau to interject it; RF’s light is sure to provide some respite from the dawn chorus of vultures. Fuck surreality—bring on the Surfiction.

Why have none of my many fellow Jones-worshipping throng read this? Is Jones now too vulgo popularis for the literati? I’m genuinely curious. I’d forgotten about it until a few days ago and am remedying as immediately as was possible. Is modern Jones not ‘angry’ enough for hep white readers? I don’t get it. Good faith alone, one would think…