Things I said at a doctor's office today:

"Okay, fine, help me help you help me, then."

I just did a deep-dive on how persian rugs are made and my jaw is floored.

The amount of handicraft, patience, and logisctical method in them is staggering.

When you stare at a handmade persian rug, you are LITERALLY staring at pixel art, where every pixel is a neatly tied individual knot.

I'm having something like a midlife crisis. But it's a lot more than that. I have been sober, and formally disabled for three years now. I am in constant pain and depressed, yet I have such a rich inner life. I am creative

I'm 38.5. I need to barf myself onto the world. I need to share me somehow.

I woke up from a dream and asked chatGPT to crunch some numbers for me. The result:

These teeth are not real. That is to say, they are a variety of real, but my body did not grow them. There used to be a slight snaggle. Now there is not.

Though some teeth have been lost in the battle, I have now been coronated fifteen times.

What a noble act, taking care of my neglected teeth.

Hola.

Estoy aprendiendo español. No soy muy bueno en eso, pero... necesito practicar mucho más.

Entonces... por favor, háblame en español. O no. Lo que sea.

Gracias. El fin.

I just learned that "Kiki" is one of the nicknames for "Ezekiel".

Also, this image is everything.

Twitter is now a hellhole.

And yet, I miss what it used to allow me to flippantly write.

Perhaps I will explore Bluesky.

Hello world