I'm at the table of success and these waiters are *not* my haters
Eric Adams, you are a menace and wordsmith
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Dispatches from the depths of the world wibe web:
A fun read on the resurgence of “indie sleaze.” I like that the poverty and mental illness of my early 20’s is now a trend, making me feel like a real trailblazer. I do not like The Dare, because he sounds like Kidz Bop covering LCD Soundsystem.
Post-Hurricane Helene, I’m thinking a lot about Appalachia, the Black Mountain College, and the artists to come from there.
Also, FEMA has run out of money. Insert the meme of “my hands look like this, so her’s can look like this” but its an American hospital underwater next to photos of dead Lebanese children.
A silly story about Green Day being banned from Vegas radio stations. It is very much giving Sienna Miller and “Shitsburgh,” a solid burn even decades later.
Moo Deng is old news - the hottest new critter is Pesto, a giant baby penguin.
There’s a new gold rush in California, but this time the gold is imaginary and will also end civilization as we know it. Gavin Newsom, a sentient men’s wig and billionaire kiss-ass, made Nancy Pelosi, Marc Andreessen, and the rest of their ghoul crew, very rich, when he vetoed a bill to slow the juggernaut of unregulated AI in California. Luckily, Silicon Valley isn’t solely populated by cash-addicted idiot grifters, so everything will be fine <3
Tunes to start the week with:
Everyone’s mad at Chappell Roan, so while she’s being crucified by Blue Maga and her parasocial fanbase, here are some other pink pony tracks to enjoy.
SOPHIE - her self-titled posthumous album is so beautiful and weird and fun. “Berlin Nightmare” is my favorite track (gimme those beeps and bloops), but the whole thing is great.
Towa Bird, “Drain Me!” - This song straight up has meth in it; it fucking rips in that perfect early aughts pop punk way.
Troye Sivan, "One Of Your Girls” - I know I’m very late to him, due to being old, but I saw this gorgeous little twink play with Charli the other night and now I’m obsessed. This song is Daft Punk, but with YEARNING.
Poem to start the week with:
I am currently attending a workshop taught by the genius Alex Dimitrov, so get ready for POEMS. A recent one for your reading pleasure.
“Somerville, September 2024”
The last time I saw you Was when my coworker took me to lunch And said, “This will sound crazy But your mom is here.” She said she could talk to people Who are dead, and that you were with us In the corporate beer hall across from my office. She hugged me with your warmth and I cried. You’d love my morning walks and my weird little dog And Allen watching football on Sundays. You told me I was brave to write and I’m doing So much of that now because you said it. There’s a hideous flip behind my apartment Full of the HGTV finishes you thought were fancy. A girl from Appalachia who I don’t know well enough Picking juicy pears in the summertime, Chasing your brothers on their bikes. We scattered your ashes beneath a view That made us say, “my mountains.” Sharing the awe you felt, in the times before Driving home on a quiet highway. I worry that new routines will erase the old ones And the drives to the beach or ballet class With you will become my morning walks. My neighbors' hydrangeas strangling the strawberry patch I always remember.
xx
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