Watched Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl,” saw the Rolling Stone magazine moment, and joked “Mike Rogers,” enjoying the upbeat scene
The visible day is a brief chess note about a good game, a missed bishop check, and the satisfaction of seeing the opponent resign once the position was gone.
The visible page is only one irritated note, but it lands cleanly: YouTube is pushing disliked songs back at me, and the frustration spills instantly into the fantasy language of robbing the people who already have mansions.
The visible page swings from half-mocking, half-calculating thoughts about Casi and Jamila into a much darker family-circle shock: a businessman-murder case that suddenly feels close to home, funny in the wrong way, and too...
Shared a cozy photo of calico kitten Boba Fett, lounging on bright floral fabric and looking relaxed, alert, and comfortable
Shared childhood costume photo with Wagisha, then linked two baby clips and a studio baby portrait, smiling at the nostalgia
The visible page is just a burst of excitement over finding the Peaky Blinders pilot script, framed as proof that the day is lucky and worth following through while the links are still in front of me.
The visible page is only one sharp reaction to a BBC item on teachers' ignorance of the Holocaust, but the point is plain enough: I did not know the answers either, and that ignorance is disturbing.
The page moves from script craft to existential dread: noticing symmetry and duality in the Matrix script, wondering how much of that to use in my own writing, and then imagining AI as the last invention we make unless it...
The visible page opens in patriotic triumph over the Afghanistan withdrawal, brushes past one stark ISIS comparison, and then settles into a calmer work-and-routine lane built around Malcolm Gladwell's writing class, the...
Played “1985,” admired its script, and planned secondhand cameras, lenses, tripod, and lights, despite only having toggle on a phone
