Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

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Spider-Dress.

Cloud Atlas.

X-Men.

Okay Now.

Pyrex.

(still) Bringing blogging back.

Here’s a list of blog-shaped things to read, and keep reading, from Liz Henry, one of those people I’ve “known” online for what seems like forever, and I very much approve of the notion of information garden parties, seeing as how I’m very much for reasons feeling the scroll fatigue and leaning into and falling back on the notion of just saying what I can to those of a mind to hear, which statement, I must admit, rang out a little more definitely in my head that it does on the screen. —Thus, the nature of writing. —I’ll add a link to the shells Aaron Bady’s putting in an orange, for your consideration; I’ll also point you toward what Adam Kotsko had to say about the real meaning of time travel. As a couple of other folks I’ve “known” ditto.

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The Edge.

Smitten Kitten.

Grey Area.

Majorité Opprimée.

Angine de Poitrine.

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