Every clock's a different time
Once again the clocks have sprung forward to a more-than-hundred-year-old electricity-conserving wartime measure made a permanent part of the national calendar in my mother's lifetime and extended twice within mine and I still hate it, thanks. Nothing about my body's ambivalent relationship to circadian rhythms has ever been improved by disconnecting it further from things like solar noon. Had the current administration in its cartoonish awfulness actually gone ahead and abolished daylight saving in favor of standard time, however, it would still not have rated the lucky strike of a stopped clock. It would just have been breaking something else and expecting to be thanked for it.
(Shockingly, as an American Jew I do not feel safer being shoved out as a straw man for authoritarian abuses. Of course, as an American Jew I am not really supposed to feel safer. I am supposed to be a universally applicable scapegoat and ideally, so that no one has to hear me object to this perverted weaponization of my existence, dead. It should not require some watered-down Niemöller meme to prompt the thought that the disappearing of protesters is perhaps—as if more were needed—a bad sign about the state of a country.)
I was fascinated to read Michael Luo's "Tragedy at Rock Springs" because I learned about the 1885 anti-Chinese massacre not from any classes I had taken at any point in my intermittent education in American history, but from Laurence Yep's The Traitor (2003), one of the later novels in his Golden Mountain Chronicles. Odds are better than not that I encountered most of my non-classical history first in one form of fiction or another. It is something I always think of around book bans.
It has actually been a quiet day, which I needed after more than a week non-stop. I went for a short walk in the new late afternoon. Further adventures in college radio have furnished me with Oh Pep!'s "What's the Deal with David?" (2018), Gigi Perez's "Chemistry" (2025), Tunde Adebimpe's "Magnetic" (2024), and Chloe Slater's "Fig Tree" (2024). I have seen a lot of miscellaneous graffiti in this city, most famously the NOT ART stencil, but the onions were a new one on me.

(Shockingly, as an American Jew I do not feel safer being shoved out as a straw man for authoritarian abuses. Of course, as an American Jew I am not really supposed to feel safer. I am supposed to be a universally applicable scapegoat and ideally, so that no one has to hear me object to this perverted weaponization of my existence, dead. It should not require some watered-down Niemöller meme to prompt the thought that the disappearing of protesters is perhaps—as if more were needed—a bad sign about the state of a country.)
I was fascinated to read Michael Luo's "Tragedy at Rock Springs" because I learned about the 1885 anti-Chinese massacre not from any classes I had taken at any point in my intermittent education in American history, but from Laurence Yep's The Traitor (2003), one of the later novels in his Golden Mountain Chronicles. Odds are better than not that I encountered most of my non-classical history first in one form of fiction or another. It is something I always think of around book bans.
It has actually been a quiet day, which I needed after more than a week non-stop. I went for a short walk in the new late afternoon. Further adventures in college radio have furnished me with Oh Pep!'s "What's the Deal with David?" (2018), Gigi Perez's "Chemistry" (2025), Tunde Adebimpe's "Magnetic" (2024), and Chloe Slater's "Fig Tree" (2024). I have seen a lot of miscellaneous graffiti in this city, most famously the NOT ART stencil, but the onions were a new one on me.


I love onions
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I also noticed that the first O in each word is more angular than the second, but if they had originally been U's, they would have been written at the scale of lower case and still peculiarly angular!
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The ADL hit rock shande several years ago and then kept on digging. Now would have been a great time for a storied Jewish organization with more than a hundred years of history on its side actually to stand up against antisemitism. That credibility isn't coming back.
Everyone I know is talking about the disappearings, but everyone I know is a self-selecting population.
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I would ask what planet these people live on, except the problem is it's ours.
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takes notes
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takes notes
Re Mahmoud Khalil, as of today CAIR has a petition set up. I am writing out a message as we speak.
*hugs*
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You're welcome!
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The amount of history I was introduced to through fiction worries me occasionally. And not just learning about history, but learning to care about history through fiction.
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I like that!
The amount of history I was introduced to through fiction worries me occasionally. And not just learning about history, but learning to care about history through fiction.
I hope it does not feel personally worrying; it seems more relevant as an index of the history education you were receiving outside of fiction. I think it's normal to learn to care about things through the stories of them.
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God, the part of the article where it talked about how his wife can't find him gave me chills :(
Loved the music though!
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When last I heard, he had been moved to a detention center in Louisiana which is good for being able to track his whereabouts, bad for him actually being there. It's terrible. And if the university dropped the dime, they should have no peace.
Loved the music though!
I'm glad!
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Onions forever!
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A win-win for the breathtakingly odious! Rrrrrrgh.
I would rather have a government of onions.
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I spent three years pre-pandemic in local politics on a platform of replacing our right-wing governor with an artichoke. I still think it would have worked.
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I'd vote for the artichoke. it could scarcely do the kind of damage we're currently seeing. it might even fund regenerative agriculture.
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I knew him from TV on the Radio, but I had never heard any of his solo work, and same.