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one island after another@cubarhodes· 5d

4 in a row for 5000+ word and 1 in a row for those words all being fiction

Graphic showing four week streak of 5000+ words

one island after another@cubarhodes· 7d

whistle while you work so hard all day to be like other Creechies

Excerpt from Le Guin's The Word for World is Forest

"[...] the Administration. Dongh was worried by these multiple-choice futures, but Lyubov enjoyed them. In diversity is life and where there's life there's hope, was the general sum of the creed, a modest one to be sure.
The colonists were letting the Asth-[...]"

The words "where there's life there's hope" are highlighted

one island after another@cubarhodes· 8d

Oh no! Jane has been transported to the TEAROOM OF DESPAIR, a claustrophobic realm where everyone speaks in Jay Farrar lyrics

panel from Doom Patrol by Grant Morrison et al

A square panel. Over the shoulder of a woman dressed in a maid outfit, we see Jane sitting at a table with her head down. The dialogue comes from the maid and reads:

We hope for the future, but in the end we come to dust.

In the end, even the stars are extinguished and entropy reduces everything to a valueless nullity.

We cannot win, we cannot break even, we cannot even stay out of the game.

one island after another@cubarhodes· 14d

3/3 of warm up period done Sunday starts the writing writing. I'm feeling good about momentum

Screenshot of analytics showing 5168/5000 words written this week and a bar graph showing the last 7 days, the last four of which include three days over 1.2k words

one island after another@cubarhodes· 16d

Okay but

Jane Lynch as Sophie Lennon onstage in fat suit and "working class" coded garb in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

one island after another@cubarhodes· 19d

Finished week 2 goal. Will prob still write tomorrow and Saturday just to maintain momentum, but after the warm up period those will be much lighter days or days off

Screenshot of analytics showing 5220/5000 words written this week and a bar graph showing more than 1000 words a day for the last 5 days

one island after another@cubarhodes· 21d

My brain. It's contorting. Is that a personal failure? I don't know. But these things would be trivial to make clear if written in past tense

Excerpted text

The widow arrives on a Wednesday. María remembers, because Wednesdays are for bathing, and her hair takes an age to dry after it’s been washed and combed. She remembers, because it is warm for the end of April, and she is sitting in a patch of sun at the edge of the yard, sucking on a cherry pit (one of the first of the season) and holding a lock up to the light to see if the hair is turning darker, or if it is simply still damp. María’s mother says she is becoming too vain, but then, her mother is the one who makes her go to bed each week with clay in her hair, hoping it will mute the glaring strands. As far as María can tell, it isn’t working. If anything, the hair looks even brighter. She would not mind so much, María’s mother, if the hair were honey-colored, or earthy, even auburn, but such an angry shade of red, she says, is a bad omen. Not a warm color, but the hot orange of an open flame. One she cannot seem to douse. Something tickles María’s shin. A thread has come loose on the hem of her dress, and she will have to ask her mother to fix it. Her mother is a

one island after another@cubarhodes· 24d

First of three warmup weeks done

Screenshot of analytics showing 5792/5000 words written this week and a bar graph showing more than 750 words a day for seven days

one island after another@cubarhodes· 25d

Patron 👏 data 👏 as 👏 labor 👏

one island after another@cubarhodes· Jul 8

Aly Sheedy from the breakfast club with a speech bubble open at the bottom as if the quoted skeet is her words

one island after another@cubarhodes· Jul 7

Neglected to alt text when this was first posted

Excerpt from Morton Feldman's remarks on the exhibition Phillip Guston: 1980 / The Last Works

Text reads:

For me the real research would be in reenacting that special kind of loneliness Guston shared with others throughout the seventies: a concern that something just might last a little longer, that our lifespan would not be a measurement of time documented on early, middle, late horizon. Two rabbis who were very close friends, survived the Holocaust. One went alone to London, the other, to somewhere in South America. The rabbi in London wrote his friend, “Too bad you're so far away.” “From where?” was the reply.

one island after another@cubarhodes· Jun 25

In my youth there was the giant grocery bag Now I don't think there is anything

Photo of a giant model of a paper grocery bag with groceries sticking out of the top and "Wetzel's" in giant red cursive letters written on its side

one island after another@cubarhodes· Jun 15

Got all I need

A small glass jar of plastic teeth (probably not like the Herman Brood song referenced in the post), held in the left of the photographer. The background is a glass coffee table with junk underneath and books on top

one island after another@cubarhodes· Jun 15

Not sure I've shared my work lanyard pins before, but I just received the amazing "I am" heart and thought I might as well show em all off

Three pins on a lanyard

At the top is a progress pride flag

Next is a cartoon opossum, baring its teeth and holding up a claw. A banner at its base reads "Good fight fighter"

Last there's a cartoon stack of books in non binary pride flag colors

Three pins on a lanyard

First is a human heart in silver on black with the words "I am. I am. I am." inscribed

Next is a cartoon opossom viewed from a low angle, its jaw slackened. Above are the words "aur naur"

Finally a progress pride flag pin at the bottom

one island after another@cubarhodes· Jun 13

Black and white photo of the Pixies posing by a body of water in the late 80s. A speech bubble has been added, originating from Black Francis, opening downward to imply it encompasses the quoted skeet

one island after another@cubarhodes· Jun 1

Let us give thanks for the pride month miracle that is a flatteringly cut summer reading program t shirt

one island after another@cubarhodes· Jun 1

Excerpt from Big Fish by Daniel Wallace

"You get used to it," he said. "That's what this place is all about, Edward. Getting used to things."

"It's not what I want," he said.

"That, too," he said. "You get used to that, too."

one island after another@cubarhodes· May 28

If you want food for thought re: constantly shifting/"updated" cultural references in YA you could do worse than Byung-Chul Han's The Crisis of Narration

Cover of the book The Crisis of Narration by Byung-Chul Han. It depicts a composite image of a campfire by a body of water seen from above and seen from the side

one island after another@cubarhodes· May 27

Okay fine maybe this is the year I read Doctor Zhivago

Text of Hamlet, a poem written in character as Doctor Zhivago from the novel of the same name. Written by Boris Pasternak. The text reads:

HAMLET

The stir is over. I step forth on the boards.
Leaning against an upright at the entrance,
I strain to make the far-off echo yield
A cue to the events that may come in my day.

Night and its murk transfix and pin me,
Staring through thousands of binoculars.
If Thou he willing, Abba, Father,
Remove this cup from me.

I cherish this, Thy rigorous conception,
And I consent to play this part therein;
But another play is running at this moment,
So, for the present, release me from the cast.

And yet, the order of the acts has been schemed and plotted,
And nothing can avert the final curtain’s fall.
I stand alone. All else is swamped by Pharisaism.
To live life to the end is not a childish task.

Sourced from: https://disjectamembra2014.blogspot.com/2014/09/boris-pasternak-poems-of-doctor-zhivago.html?m=1

one island after another@cubarhodes· May 26

one island after another@cubarhodes· May 17

Post a meme made by you. (I always post this one but it's always relevant)

Still from Star Trek The Next Generation

Geordi stands in the background. Data is in the foreground painting on a canvas.

The text, from Sondheim's Sunday in the Park with George, reads: Work is what you do for others, Liebchen. Art is what you do for yourself

one island after another@cubarhodes· May 17

Ai enthusiasts be like

Final panel of a Bushmiller Nancy comic, Nancy sits up in bed and excitedly shouts "wow! -- I'm gonna have that dream patented"

one island after another@cubarhodes· May 14

Don't talk to me until I've had my raktajino (this mug was $3 at goodwill yesterday and I'm still delighted)

Fortyish bald beardy queer in gray tshirt and transparent glases holding a teal mug up to drink from. The mug has a cylindrical lip and conical base reminiscent of the mugs used on Star Trek Deep Space 9

one island after another@cubarhodes· May 10

Also there's this from Leticia Priebe Rocha published at The Rumpus earlier this year therumpus.net/2026/02/25/o...

Text of On Drowning by Leticia Priebe Rocha

On Drowning

Everything I know about being cruel
I learned from my mother, passed down from her mother.
Her only inheritance, she takes great pride in it
because the world is a cruel and inhospitable place.

I learned from my mother, passed down from her mother,
how to hold inside me a great ocean of sadness
because the world is a cruel and inhospitable place.
At the age of fifteen, I first told her I didn’t want it,

the great ocean of sadness held inside me. She howled
I never saw ugliness to fill an ocean, only a puddle.
I didn’t tell her then, at the age of fifteen, that I wanted
to throw myself off the roof of every building.

That puddle of ugliness, flooded with her ocean, my only
mother. She holds that had she known, had I told her
I wanted to throw myself off the roof of every building,
she would have sprung from her drowning to save me.

I will never know if I held the power to speak her into a mother.
I take great pride only in forging my own inheritance—
to save myself, I must spring forth the strength to drown
everything I know about being cruel.

one island after another@cubarhodes· May 10

This morning I rediscovered this inscription in a copy of Selections from Leaves of Grass gifted to me at least 15 years ago. The lines are from Walt Whitman's Shut Not Your Doors whitmanarchive.org/item/ppp.016...

handwritten lines from Whitman's Shut Not Your Doors

Shut not your doors to me proud libraries,
For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet
needed most, I bring,

one island after another@cubarhodes· May 2

Jimmy Santiago Baca in 1979 Full poem in alt text and at apoemaday.tumblr.com/post/7203071...

Excerpt from Jimmy Santiago Baca's So Mexicans Are Taking Jobs from Americans. The final seven lines are on this page.

The full text of the poem reads:

So Mexicans Are Taking Jobs from Americans
by Jimmy Santiago Baca

O Yes? Do they come on horses
with rifles, and say,
Ese gringo, gimmee your job?
And do you, gringo, take off your ring,
drop your wallet into a blanket
spread over the ground, and walk away?

I hear Mexicans are taking your jobs away.
Do they sneak into town at night,
and as you’re walking home with a whore,
do they mug you, a knife at your throat,
saying, I want your job?
Even on TV, an asthmatic leader
crawls turtle heavy, leaning on an assistant,
and from a nest of wrinkles on his face,
a tongue paddles through flashing waves
of lightbulbs, of cameramen, rasping
“They’re taking our jobs away.”
Well, I’ve gone about trying to find them,
asking just where the hell are these fighters.

The rifles I hear sound in the night
are white farmers shooting blacks and browns
whose ribs I see jutting out
and starving children,
I see the poor marching for a little work,
I see small white farmers selling out
to clean-suited farmers living in New York,
who’ve never been on a farm,
don’t know the look of a hoof or a the smell
of a woman’s body bending all day long in fields.
I see this, and I hear only a few people
got all the money in this world, the rest
count their pennies to buy bread and butter.

Below that cool green sea of money,
millions and millions of people fight to live,
search for pearls in the darkest depths
of their dreams, hold their breath for years
trying to cross poverty to just having something.
The children are dead already. We are killing them,
that is what America should be saying;
on TV, in the streets, in offices, should be saying,
“We aren’t giving the children a chance to live.”
Mexicans are taking our jobs, they say instead.
What they really say is, let them die,
and the children too.

one island after another@cubarhodes· Apr 29

It's a music theorist insult. It's devastating. You're devastated right now

Text excerpted from Richard Cohn's Audacious Euphony, quoted in René Rusch's Schubert's Instrumental Music and Poetics of Interpretation. Text reads:

We have yet to consider how the local keys (or, from a different perspective, the triads prolonged by the local spans) relate to one another and how they work together to express the global tonic of B-flat major. If we are unable to do so, we just have a bunch of tubs floating around on their own bottoms. Each vessel is internally coherent and occupies a space bounded by the B-flat shores. But in relation to one another, their relation is random, for all we know. And there is no way to express a tonality. We can’t just go <B-flat major, Cough, Wheeze, Honk, B-flat major> and pretend that we have made coherent music in B-flat major (Straus 1987). If a tonal theory is to meet its claims of explanatory adequacy, it needs to be able to specify the role, with respect to tonic, of the harmonies that separate the bounding tonics. (2–3)

one island after another@cubarhodes· Apr 29

Why not

A black and white photo of a guitar with a white text block in the top 3rd of the frame that says "1 like = 1 favorite album"

one island after another@cubarhodes· Apr 28

Nearing the end of the Reads portion of my Cerebus read through............

Homer and Bart Simpson kneel together, and Homer holds a finger up. His dialogue from the show was "The worst day of your life so far"

one island after another@cubarhodes· Apr 23

won a library week raffle and got to pick the swag so I now have my own bookwyrm sweatshirt