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Daniel Bejar’s short publication is a series of true back and forth emails between himself and a scammer pretending to be Aisha Gaddaffi, the daughter of former Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi. As he responds, pretending to be the scammer’s brother, the exchanges between the two become a genius exploration of identity fraud. The book even comes with its own pop-up scam emails advertising get-rich-quick schemes and body-enhancing pills.
Mar 28, 2025
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if you keep your diary on the computer, after almost 2 decades, you could end up with 500k words. you could put the sentences into a spreadsheet, alphabetize them, and cut until it reads like a book. or one could, at least.
perfect for reading on the train when you can’t focus. maybe even more perfect for fans of darcie wilder’s unparalleled newsletter, sentences (gone but not forgotten).
Mar 1, 2024
This author has never been defined to a single form. From short stories, non-fiction, and novels (most recently Pure Colour), Sheila’s voice is distinct and speaks volumes on the pain & pleasures of growing up.
What makes Alphabetical Diaries special, is that it’s exactly what the title implies: years of journal entries organized alphabetically by the first word. The premise might sound disjointed to some, but Sheila’s sentences are sharp enough to make it work. There’s recurring characters, inner thoughts, and ideas that get us closer to Sheila than ever. Her wise statements about life, relationships, writing, and ability to spawn storylines (her time with Pavel documented) leave me impressed.
Feb 14, 2024
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truly felt like reading my own journals from when I was 18, 19, but infinitely more discerning and eloquent!
“O my self, I will be sincere, sincere to you, completely sincere.”
“I will suffer; that is all. I will be strong enough.”
“I take back everything; I give up all faithfulness … I would like to live! I am going to live ... I am giving myself up; I am letting everything collapse, and I will start over again with something else. I am no longer paying attention to moral values; I am no longer seeking to do something. I want to be, to be. My beloved self, on an evening of exaltation, I promised you I would love you well.”
Jan 26, 2024
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The iBeer app is great to open when you want to performatively chug a pint of 2010 iPhone aesthetic beer in semiotic solidarity with your friends who are interested in collabing consumption rituals and the club. When you download iBeer (or even a sister application like iCigLite), you open your phone chakra to the possibility of an iPhone Samsara.
Mar 28, 2025
Around 2375 BCE in Egypt, the 96-year-old political advisor Ptah-Hotep was ready to retire. With approval from the king, his son was named the successor of the great vizier only on the condition that the senior leave him adequate instructions on living a life according to Maat. Of the many wonderful maxims included within this ancient text, #40 is unquestionably my favorite. As a party girl who is dating another party girl, Ptah-Hotep’s advice always reminds me to listen to the light heart that emerges from such practices of celebratory indulgence — whether that be screaming lyrics front row at my girlfriend’s band (Frost Children) performance, dancing with my sister all night at an I Hate War party, or pulling pranks in the green room at Baby’s All Right with the Kerwin brothers.
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The first time I encountered a human body in the earth was at an archaeological excavation I dug at in Transylvania. Delicately cleaning the dirt off of another human being who lived 600 years before me left me in genuflecting respect of the great loves that led to this person being so gingerly placed within a wooden coffin, supine and facing north. My entire career trajectory has been shaped by holding each of the individual fingers of this very loved person’s hand. If you’d like to get involved with an archaeological dig, you could try shovelbums.org.
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