I got an annoying summer cold this week (it’s not covid at least?) and have generally been very distracted by life stuff, so I’m a little behind on PhD exams reading. This week’s sentences feel very scattershot. I’m ready for summer to end but not ready for the responsibility of fall.
Next week I’m traveling to visit family in the Pacific northwest so newsletter may go out a little late.
It is fundamentally weird to care so much about what other people do when it doesn't affect you at all.
”Look At These Fucking Weirdos”, Barry Petchesky for Defector
Submitted by Andreas.
There’s enough weight on the word unnecessarily in that sentence to push whole cities into the ocean.
“Four Friends, Two Marriages, One Affair—and a Shelf of Books Dissecting It”, Chris Heath for Vulture
I cannot in good conscience recommend reading this in the sense that it is kind of literary junk food—essentially, it’s about four vaguely sociopathic writers who all acted out of pocket in various ways over the course of a friendship, vacillating between admitting and denying how out of pocket they’re being—but this sentence hit pretty hard.
He posted what he posted, he said, because he sees in Vance an ineffable quality he believes is best approximated with the moniker "couch-fucker."
“The author of the viral joke post about JD Vance having sex with a couch breaks his silence”, Katherine Long for Business Insider
A commentator just said “the pommel horse was a house of horrors” like it was NOTHING.
I am not much for the Olympics and I did not know what a pommel horse was so this sentences was initially very compelling, it’s a little less so now that I know what a pommel horse is.
Melancholy that only the machine can perceive.
“Exploring Cop Data”, Sam Lavigne
Submitted by Andreas. Sam is one of my studio mates and I love his work so, so much.
After making sure everything was shut down, I assessed the scene and realized something had gone wrong beyond simply “this entire situation.”
“How I Got My Laser Eye Injury”, Phil Broughton
Submitted by Bill.