I did not choose to live in this universe at this time, I did not want to fall so far afoul of the grace of god or the gods

good morning there is a half-eaten brick of cheddar (?) cheese on the sloped portico roof outside my study window

You know who should be pitching for the Orioles

what torrential rain

Just saying

Loryn Nalic of Balkan Treat Box is the 2026 James Beard Award Best Chef: Midwest

happy World Cup, they’re offloading port a potties at Amsterdam Tavern

I’m almost impressed enough they got this 1960s or 70s stereo console with a built-in turntable in the alley dumpster not to be annoyed. Almost.

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This day needed a touch of the absurd as momentarily relief, and thankfully my Hot Sauce of the Month has arrived and it is from the band Shinedown

I see me eating four lunches and two desserts is not the worst thing to happen at Busch Stadium today. For the real sickos, here’s my deep-fried gooey butter cake on a stick.

From the bad place

Strap me on a probe to Io or Europa, I don’t want to be here any longer

This guy has definitely sat thru the later Mozeliak years tho

The 21st century!

Fellow sobers and curious, this is swanky dessert in a glass. Gotta order it direct from Athletic tho

Some beauty among the horrors: Valentine by Courtney Marie Andrews is the first great record of 2026.

Absolutely inhaled this while snowed in this weekend. Astonishing reporting, outraged and humane, and essential reading in our Imperial Boomerang era

Apropos of absolutely nothing, @lonesometoast.bsky.social got me this for Christmas and I highly recommend, especially the chapters on Puerto Rico and the Philippines

love to live in the Anthropocene Midwest

I mean, yes I know I aged out of Pitchfork’s demo long ago but still

A rare year with several of my favorite albums showing up on year-end lists (and not just because I’m fully on the Geese/Cameron Winter hype train lol), but this one has flown a bit under the radar: Low’s Alan Sparhawk with Trampled by Turtles. Stunningly gorgeous, sorrowful, joyful.

God bless the New York Review of Books press. This is another absolute banger, an interwar pre-noir with one of the best final scenes in a novel I’ve ever read

Share a 90s movie you think deserves more love

You can change You can change You can change You can change You can change You can change You can change You can change You can change Baby you can change and still choose me

just trying to enjoy the weekend ok

God bless the 68-minute rock show. Also Blondshell is amazing. See them if you can.