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As far as I've been able to find, Professor Vermeule has not made any public pronouncements on the Trump administration sending immigrants, including legal residents, to actual detention centers and foreign prisons.
www.thecrimson.com/article/2020...

December 27, 2025 at 8:41 PM

hrjaffe.bsky.social

@hrjaffe.bsky.social

He's also the dad in the excellent Lisa Frankenstein! (Pretty much the same character, too)

November 30, 2025 at 5:57 PM

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@mel.bzky.team

now this is obvs gonna be v personal and youre ultimately gonna have to find your own shit but here are a select few trinkets from mine to get you started

Always falling into a hole, then saying ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole”; sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but that will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating the hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude saying look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.

we have enough dead friends by lena oleanderson

come over, the doors are open
my flats a mess and so is my heart but the doors are always open. come over, i will make soup, probably from frozen, but the important thing is, we will both eat. you dont have to be dying but if you are or if you feel like you are or if livings been hard call me and i will show up. it doesnt have to be that bad it doesnt have to be bad at all but if it is please call. do you want me to do the groceries, do you want me to mop the floors, do you need to be held, you dont have to be dying to be held, if you want me to be there, i want to. im on the bathroom floor again, and breathing is hard, and eatings been hard, and sleeping. the worlds a laden thing rolling around on my chest lately. just being alive is heavy tonight but we have enough dead friends, come over

November 21, 2025 at 1:54 AM

hrjaffe.bsky.social

@hrjaffe.bsky.social

These are amazing! Completely different to what I pictured in my own head (except Liberty Balboa) but so vividly captured that they've altered my preconceptions--kudos!

November 14, 2025 at 8:20 PM

hrjaffe.bsky.social

@hrjaffe.bsky.social

You and @spherewolf.bsky.social are living the dream!

November 13, 2025 at 12:58 AM

hrjaffe.bsky.social

@hrjaffe.bsky.social

With the caveat that you can't always judge by appearances (and that the library SHOULD be funded enough to carry paper newspapers)... if anyone could afford the $1.50 or whatever to buy their own copy, I'd expect it to be a man in a super tailored suit??

October 22, 2025 at 11:53 PM