ten: the horse latitudes
So that phrase doesn't mean what I thought it did. I'd heard the story about the dead horses, water shortages and scarcity and throwing animals aboard to...
eight: you can be good
and now that you don't have to be perfect Case numbers in Toronto started to drop hard in early June--a wobble and then a cliff. Like, I'm guessing, many...
seven: setting up signals across vast distances
The title this time around is from Muriel Rukeyser's Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars), which was shared in one of the group chats that's...
six: don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by
If I'm counting right, this is about two weeks late. Apologies for that: my health has been a slightly precarious thing over the past month (disclaimer: not...
four: the mid-March metatextual mixtape
Hi, everyone. The vote was very much for Normal Times newsletter, so this was what I had drafted up in bits and pieces, with a few updates and adjustments....
three: mountains beyond mountains built from the ground up
These keep getting longer; I swear I didn't mean this installment's title to be a nice and accurate description of the size of the contents. But seven weeks...
two: whole entire cities rising like soft cables from the ground
Let me explain--no, there is too much. Let me sum up. The last three weeks have been absolutely stacked with projects moving, a bit like your classic...
one: not an attempt to bring order out of chaos nor to suggest improvements in creation
Okay, Issue the First. We'll feel our way through this thing together, guys. January first and second were a quiet and rather deliberate start to the year:...
zero: an unexpected letter
Last year, I took a month-long break from social media. Everything felt much too much like a barrage, and the light outside was new and clean, and I wanted...