If something upsets me or is wrong, I will sometimes say “well that wouldn’t happen if I were mayor.” My mayoral persona is a kind of drag-king character named Robert Myway (campaign slogan: It ’s Myway or the highway. Platform: anti-car, bring back half streets and arcades, more horses (even if they’re robots), simple sushi rolls should be no more than $5, housing, poppers, and health care are guarenteed.)
Aug 8, 2024
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Jan 18, 2025
(1) soothing tending to your own urbanistic garden (2) pretending you know shit about how cities work, but also (3) cancelling fucking cars, making all zones pedestrian and making public transport free!!
Feb 5, 2024
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living in da big city is an exercise embodied mediocrity
there is always a ~creative~ creating more betterer than your little ass
saw a four year old in astor place with a louie v stroller today
embrace the mid and carve out da lane
youre either the guy giving orders or the guy with the keys so pick
Feb 8, 2024
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No screen Sundays. If I want to listen to music its CDs or radio. If I want to watch a movie, no I don’t. If I want to see a friend, I will make plans with them on Friday or Saturday to meet up. As a result, I read more, write more, and sit with questions like “did Citizen Kane‘s 50 year winning streak in the Sight and Sound critics choice survey end in 2012 or 2022? When did Stephen Merritt come out? Whats the etymology of Whitsun?“
This is something that I have practiced off and on for many years but I’ve been doing it every week since December and I love the way that it just allows me one day of true freedom and rest.
Jan 22, 2025
Mar 3, 2025
My calendar this year has 52 of these week at a glance pages but I don’t think that way. So, I've been inspired by Ross Gay’s Book of Delighs to start recording the little moments and sensations that bring me joy throughout the day. An analog pi.fyi, if you will.
heres some of what I have so far:
- Waking up to the sound of my upstairs neighbor‘s footstep. It sounded nostalgic. Felt like company.
- Strawberry jam
- feeling tender for strangers: their lips, nail colors, their small wrists. Thinking of all the lives we hold gently.
- A young girl bought an LP at the bookstore just before I left. She stroked its cover with love
- Green tiles —the mint shade always makes me think of Jancie
- Charlie’s little bop and punch dancing to some German language punk
- lunch with Katherine, curry Brussels sprouts
- small talk at the photo studio. The photographer's brother was named after their dad, stole his identity, bought jet skis.
Jan 13, 2025