The first issue of SNOW ANGELS, the new Comixology Original series from Jeff Lemire and Jock, was excellent. Looking forward to the next installment.

Random roadside find.

Thanks to finally seeing the flickering brain-lightbulb, an unplanned day of figuring shit out will ensue.

Weather report.

Tokyo’s Kadokawa Culture Museum Houses an Arresting Kengo Kuma-Designed Bookshelf Theater, via Colossal.

Baron Munchausen’s Dream (1911), via The Public Domain Review.

YouTube censors Ohio House hearing video for COVID-19 misinformation, via Ohio Capitol Journal.

Make this please; my shelves require it: LEGO Ideas Jazz Quartet Achieves 10,000 Supporters, via The Brick Fan.

I need tips, Mr. President: President Biden Only Just Beat His Granddaughter At Mario Kart, via Kotaku.

Reading:

Status.

This, from an artist whose music I adore, about re/emergence0001, just made my week.

Watching: THEY LIVE BY NIGHT (1948), dir. Nicholas Ray.

(re-)Reading:

Good morning.

I’ve been playing so much YAKUZA 0 lately that the day’s run around town seems lacking without random people trying to fight me or sending me on substories. Running partner turkey doesn’t count.

Good morning.

An afternoon with the sandpaper and the olive oil: yes, it’s time again for my favorite winter pastime, a little game I like to call “fight the ice formed on the warping side door and make it so the door shuts again because it’s cold and it’d be nice if it was closed.”

I didn’t accidentally dial 911 from my watch this morning so today’s already an improvement on yesterday.

This week, at Parenthetical Recluse… re/emergence0001, the first in a series of short fiction and music collabs between myself and Elizabeth Joan Kelly, has arrived. Hope you enjoy!

Reprinted from Sunday’s MacroParentheticals0040:

While I’m very much in the inchoate stages of thought-noodling and can’t share particulars here (because I don’t have any), it’s exceedingly likely that the birthday novella/novelette release discussed in last week’s Informality won’t be a one-off thing, but a yearly one, my birthday present to myself, a way to view each passing year not as one of stagnation and self-loathing (as I did throughout my 30s) but of incremental progress and a modicum of accomplishment. So, while I’m taking the next six months to shock and awe the current (and myself), the writing of the next will start after the release of the first in August and will be scheduled/timeblocked in with other long-form work for the duration of the year.

More when I know it.

here we are now entertain us…

I suspect that someone at the local health department is having a really shitty afternoon.

Weather report.

Watched Minnelli’s THE BAD AND THE BEAUTIFUL for the first time (a glaring oversight in my film education, I know) this weekend and it might already have a place on my list of favorites.

Sunday visit.

Reading: