Birthday week acquisitions. Not a bad haul. (Over half were used bookstore serendipities.)

It’s one thing to find a book signed by the poet in a used bookstore—

handwritten dedication by Adam Zagajewski in a book of his selected poems

—but then to notice there’s a broadside tucked inside, signed by that poet?…

signature of Maya Angelou under the handwritten word JOY! on a broadside of her poem Phenomenal Woman

And all for ten bucks?

Happy Birthday to me.

Thirty-five years with this machine.

Alvarez dreadnought guitar hanging on a wall hook

close-up on the sound hole of an Alvarez acoustic guitar, showing years of wear from strumming

List #4: 1, 15, 16, 17, 18, 21, 28, 35, 36, 40, 41, 42, 45

List #5: 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, 00, 000, 0000, OM, J, D

In light of some recent conversations regarding Markdown and Ulysses, I’ve republished some posts from early 2021, on syncing, file management, and a very rocky trial of Ulysses.

  1. Markdown in Ulysses?
  2. Junk
  3. Tales of Brave Ulysses
  4. In This Version, The Suitors Win

cc @pratik @gaby


Just now, over my morning coffee, I’ve been listening to an album from the 70s, deep in the Era of LPs. Fortyish minutes long, twenty-odd minutes to a side.

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Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow:

In one of these streets, in the morning fog, plastered over two slippery cobblestones, is a scrap of newspaper headline, with a wirephoto of a giant white cock, dangling in the sky straight downward out of a white pubic bush. The letters


appear above with the logo of some occupation newspaper, a grinning glamour girl riding astraddle the cannon of a tank, steel penis with slotted serpent head, 3rd Armored treads ’n’ triangle on a sweater rippling across her tits. The white image has the same coherence, the hey-lookit-me smugness, as the Cross does. It is not only a sudden white genital onset in the sky — it is also, perhaps, a Tree…

How can this pen still be writing? Where’s the ink coming from? It’s been going for over a week like this. What word will finish it off?

close-up of a Bic Cristal with seemingly no ink left in the barrel

Last, next.

88: Wednesday Blue
89: Great Lakes (Michigan)

Wednesday, Michigan

Starting with Lake Michigan, since I was born about a thousand feet from its shore. I love Superior, but I’ve always thought of Michigan as “my” lake…

🔗 Ken Knabb’s situationist archive is now housed in the Beinecke Library at Yale.