musings
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Yesterday was a very important anniversary — it’s been 40 years since Calvin and Hobbes came bounding into our lives, questioning how the world works and embracing the surreal. More celebrations here and here. I was the same age as Calvin when he premiered, and ten years later, by the time of that last printed
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One of the things I miss about IG is finding new artists to follow. Luckily, a few of them have blogs I can follow away from the malevolence of Meta*. One of those is Sky Fusco, who first caught my and myriad other eyeballs with this gem — https://lordcowboy.com/printshop/p/lookiehere Sky’s newsletter today (ok, technically yesterday,
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Despite only hitting the solstice last week, Flat 493 has been in the dog days of summer this month. Nothing *bad*, just v. little to write home about. I volunteered for Triad Pride Performing Arts’ spring concert and tent at Pride and hit my workout goals for the month early, yay, but also read a
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I grew up five minutes from the Mason-Dixon Line and 45 from Gettysburg, and Hampton’s dad is a rare book dealer with a specialty in Civil War ephemera, so I was tickled yesterday to learn a story we’d never heard before to mark the 150th anniversary of the war over “states’ rights”. [the right to
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I am currently signed up for more e-newsletters than I can count. Well, I suppose I could but, English major. I read, not math. Anyway, as I clean out the backlog from being on vacation (although shoutout to T-Mobile’s easy-to-add, justifiably priced, and capable international data plan), two in particular have stuck with me. The
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I miss those halcyon days of 2016… when the evil that is the NC GOP passed HB2 and the country revolted against this “bathroom bill”. Musicians cancelled concerts, sports leagues moved tournament games, and it’s estimated this bs move cost the state nearly four billion dollars. And now? Now the NC GOP is stripping rightfully
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“The unborn” are a convenient group of people to advocate for. They never make demands of you; they are morally uncomplicated, unlike the incarcerated, addicted, or the chronically poor; they don’t resent your condescension or complain that you are not politically correct; unlike widows, they don’t ask you to question patriarchy; unlike orphans, they don’t
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Yesterday’s trail running was fueled by rage. Besides the DA claiming Andrew Brown, Jr. was both fleeing *and* a threat to the cops who were serving a warrant — and apparently warrants equal a license to kill these days; the Dems capitulating once again only for McConnell, McCarthy, and the rest of the McJerks to
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If this poor peace lily that only ever gets watered once it droops enough that I pay attention can bloom in these “unprecedented” times [can we retire that word yet?], so can you. This is not to say that you must bloom, of course. Rest, or at least mere survival — and surviving these days
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While I haven’t been posting about them, collabs have still been happening. Collabs are basically where a bunch of people cook on a theme and use a common hashtag to share. As everyone’s favorite wizard turns 40 today, it was only natural we celebrate Harry Potter. One of the hosts is my Insta-friend Dora, who
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