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Recant Gone Rotten

+ After years of switching around my personal to-do system every few months, I’ve discovered that HabitRPG actually motivates me to do things.

+ Travel! God I fucking love travel adventures. Big, small, close, far, for work, for a vacation, to eat pizza, whatever. Anywhere. Let’s do it. Recent adventures include Vegas, Gananoque, Detroit, North Bay, Montreal, DC, and more (plus Seoul last fall)! On the docket for later this year: NYC, Windsor, Baltimore, Montreal, Manila, Chicago, Prague, Ottawa, Geneva, Portland, João Pessoa, and more. Holy shit you guys.

+ Spending so much amazing time with Audra, and with Natalie, and with Natalie and Audra, and with Audra and Natalie and Chris. I am seriously lucky to have their love and friendship. A+++ WOULD LOVE/FRIEND AGAIN

+ Inky and Clyde, rescue cats. I can’t even handle these guys.

+ I just started mindfulness-based cognitive therapy. It’s a kind of meditation training, I guess? More importantly it’s SCIENCE, and even though it is a lot harder than it has any right to be, I think it’s gonna be good.

+ I moved! I loved my old place but my landlord was literally insane (probably she will read this because she is literally insane), and so it came to pass that I needed to GTFO. Josh and I got a crazy deal on a place that is so nice it is actually kind of comical. And now we live there.

+ My new place sounds great! Literally. The other big problem with my last place is that my room had the worst acoustics in the universe. Everything sounded like garbage and making music in it was frustrating to the point of FUCK IT I’M OUT. My new room sounds like a band of angels hold watch in every corner to exorcise all early reflections and standing waves. Much nicer.

+ There have for sure been (and continue to be) Serious Challenges lately, but every single one of them is looking up.

+ One last + for a rare all-positive status update.




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Something of Beauty

Playing Bloodborne isn’t all I’ve been doing, but it’s a lot of what I’ve been doing.


Bloodborne Screenshot


Hidetaka Miyazaki’s Transcendent Quest for Beauty in Bloodborne:


…one of the handful of art designers of the game, Masanori Waragai, tells how he brought a design for the game’s undead dragon to Miyazaki. Looking at the sketch of a disgusting beast, swarming with maggots, Miyazaki chastised Waragai for relying on gross-out imagery: “Can’t you instead try to convey the deep sorrow of a magnificent beast doomed to a slow and possibly endless descent into ruin?”




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Jason Hopkins Imagines A Horrific Architectural Posthuman Form

Jason Hopkins Imagines A Horrific Architectural Posthuman Form: Jason Hopkins - DesignJason Hopkins creates digital sculptures that ooze with body horror. The collection, called “Abhominal,” is replete with organic blobs, sharp angles suggesting knees and elbows, and pink skin stretched over geometric frames, looking for all the world like fleshy jungle … Continue reading

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An indelible mark

Dreams are impossible, intimate things. Ephemeralia that come to us and leave unremembered. Thick structures of ironglass and desire that are built upon, night after night.


It would be completely insane if it wasn’t completely normal. What, you mean that you just lie down for eight hours and you can’t move? And the whole time you’re experiencing and thinking things that you have no control over? And then you just get up and have a shower and go to work?


A lot of the things we call dreams aren’t dreams in the same sense. ‘Dream’ is just the coathook we hang our wishes on. Dream house, dream boy, dream life.


In any place that there are dreams, I dream of tattoos. I dream of deep swirls of scarification, magick woven deeply into the flesh and bound tight with scar. I dream of the perfect geometries of elementary particles, smashed together again and again so we can learn by tearing them apart.



I got my first tattoo fifteen years ago. It was at once aspirational and prescriptive, a way to both guide and bind my future self to the things I was worried about losing.


I have a new tattoo now, to guide and bind me. I travelled over 15,000 kilometres for it.


I’ll always be able to find my way home now.


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