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writer, pianist, faggot 2024 prose: CANDLES AND WATER a queer pillow book (Pilot) -- a book of the year in TLS & Granta Mag 2024 poetry: SHAPESHIFTING (Runamok)
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I look nice today

in 2020 i first had covid and idk what it did (the neurologists are vague too) but a big symptom was caffeine intolerance. it was as sudden as the loss of taste/smell: a whole reef of neurons razed or fucked up in a moment. really weird. anyway, i'm not talking about feeling too jangly or something

this alternation (here in the midlands) between rain and bright sun is pretty alright. quick cycle wash and dry

thanks to the basic-tier, 'carpet bigger than the room' coping package, i have got LOTS done over the last few days but also have been very sad and stupid and have not actually been outside since thursday morning. no wonder i feel like a muddy little mushroom

thinking of buying a book by a writer who has the exact same name as one of my favourite writers. what if it also becones a favourite? HOW WILL PEOPLE KNOW WHICH ONE I MEAN (to add to this, I was at school with someone who *also* had the same name. That makes three of them)

I’ve one clear memory of John Prescott making a difference when I was working in DWP in the 2000s No 10 was heavily briefing a scheme to dock housing benefit for anti-social behaviour He refused to sign up to it & killed it on basis “you can’t have a punishment that’s only for the poor”

realised today (and it made me very happy) just how much my threshold of what constitutes “effort” for cooking a meal has changed in the last two years. i now happily knock together some complex things. it is a thing to be properly grateful for, being able to cook yourself food you enjoy, isn’t it

a cheerful wordle today

there’s plenty of people who hate gays and hate the longterm unwell, and it’s so easy for me to ignore them, to refuse to feel bad. yet i can spend five minutes online in the algorithmic company of actual gay men and feel like i am the ugliest, most pointless, pathetic, worthless maggot in creation

I love art

weekend decision: before i'm 40, i want to see a bluejay, in the wild. this is code for "have found a way to travel round, or even to live in, north america" but i like the focus on a small pretty thing

this! last year before i got ill i read the first 2 books of les miserables and it is just SUCH A PLEASURE, i completely fell in love. cannot wait to get back to it

back in 2017 one of the student houseshares at the end of my road had a wifi network called "simon is a bell end" which i always thought was excellent

oversensitive spam filters are really starting to grind my gears

not to brag but earlier today i had good reason to use a hammer, and it was fantastic. i made a dangerous thing safe. four sharp taps for business and then at least as many again for pleasure

well, there were a few things i saw on TV when i was a boy which twisted my arm

the last digit of the year counts the 2s in the date. the second digit of the year counts nothing

in the mood for a documentary about things which are cute, and after that, for a documentary about things which are awesome and beyond my understanding. meerkats / galaxies. polar bears / superconductors. pastry chefs / the riemann hypothesis

being mean to the month, as it is mean to me

wish i could walk to the pier

couldn’t sleep because COUGHING this illness turns into a new thing every five days, i am so bored

bull elk bugle and a bluejay

unpleasant domino tingles off this apple encryption thing

last night's savage insomnia SUDDENLY hit me, i feel like eugene tooms

a brief review of the most recent instalment of Old Owl and Matt (on my substack)

The Cuckoo’s Egg by Cliff Stoll is giving me a very powerful nostalgia for a time i definitely wasn’t present for — but i did grow up in a house full of its artefacts. I can almost smell these machines

obviously a bad time to be doing it but thinking of rejoining facebook, just out of sheer isolation -- certain of my friends are so funny or compelling, across the span of *paragraphs*, and they simply don't enjoy posting in any other form; i miss their virtual company in the one place they offer it

simon jeffes would have been 76 yesterday