Oooh, I’m going to stay tuned to this post. I could use a good book on Fluxus too.

Holy cow, Eryq. I’m sorry.

I grew up with a Wawa right on my street. Went there all the time to pick up comics, magazines, and candy.

This gives a whole new meaning to the literal biographical fact that years ago the Delaware Canal ran through my backyard.

I’m imagining the barista picking up the weirdo vibes (I’m sure they were obvious) and being like: Time to wear the crop top again.

A little unclear. Are you talking about the excitement around Mamdani here?
I ask b/c you seem frequently to be looking for “ways for the Left to be wrong.”

Big talk. Empty, of course.

(By the way, she said that b/c I’d been discussing with her how a certain ex of mine was flying apart at the seams emotionally and directing all her anger and depression at me.)

When you say “they,” I assume you mean your partner and not both your partner and their therapist.
The fact that you two are in asymmetrical situations mental health-wise doesn’t mean you can’t draw boundaries. As a prof of mine at Cornell said, “Too much stiff upper lip can kill you.”

I’ve also been wondering whether his advisors are manipulating what he sees and knows.
Incoming genre metaphor:
he’s the crippled Theoden and Stephen Miller is his Wormtongue.

Quite a useful fact to bring out, though, when some mindless nitwit dumps on Yoko Ono yet again.

And he’s got the nuclear codes…

Too late, Cuomo.
You silly jerk.

Oh lordy.

Beg pardon?

I suspect he’ll be forgotten due to the quick succession of new headlines that will come as long as this administration is in power.
Sowing chaos and distraction as your modus operandi only works up to a point, b/c it prevents people from hanging onto facts that you actually want them to hang onto.

Glad you did, Jeremiah.