I feel like I have a traumatic brain injury.
Like, thinking is hard? You know what I
I’ve sat down to write this newsletter at least ten times in the past week, and I barely
But it’s like… it’s just… things keep
And then
I don’t get it. I just had a long break, I cut down the frequency of Tabs from every day to (nominally) twice a week. My life is going just fine. There’s no reason for—
The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.
Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.
At least Gritty can throw an axe 125 feet.
Today in Things I Did Manage To Read
Alex Shultz in Defector: “Nobody Wants To Talk About John Fetterman And Buzz Bissinger’s Pricey Memoir Project.” Nobody wants to read it either, heyo.
Also in Defector David Roth is on a heater, going back to back with “Against The Day” and “Andrew Cuomo Is A Future Of The Democratic Party.” If my brain under fascism is just doing one of these, at least we have Roth to express what it feels like in actual words.
Indignity’s The Sophist explained why it’s ok, even after everything, to keep your New York Times subscription.
Ana Marie Cox wondered what’s going to happen to Substack? Nothing good!
Frank Elavsky: “Stop calling the Super Productionizer a 'baby blender'.“
It doesn’t currently blend babies, according to the latest report by Good Corporation (GC). Yes, SP™ has already “blended” babies, but we can’t do anything about that now. So we can’t stop the subatomic-emulsification process, since it already started.
I think it’s important that we clear that up. Unrelated: “Toward A Theory Of Kevin Roose.”
King is Quair
At least someone finally invented thnickels.
Now you also feel like you have a traumatic brain injury. You’re welcome!
Today’s Song: The Thermals, “Test Pattern”
I wish I had more and/or better words for you today but I just, they… isn’t. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It feels pretty brassy to ask you to become a paying subscriber on a day like this, but who am I to judge what you do or do not want to pay for? I bet this doesn’t look like any other newsletter you got today, so at least there’s that.
