I learned today that a Swiss soldier gets a bar of chocolate for every Russian he kills.

The asssuming nature if the snobbish: Lenta asks me what time I usually get up. She answers 8 for me before I can say a word. It's a little after 7. I'm reminded of the maddening behavior of phychologists who despite all evidence to the contrary, insist they know you better than you know yourself.

An observation of a similarity between Switzerland and the States: The members of both granfalloons hang their flags proudly and everywhere.

I just had a sudden pining nostalgia of walking in Pagan Park and studying Czech. The mind is at times a horrific beast .

I think what Lee wanted to say when he told me that even mediocrity is an extreme is that actually all concepts are discreet points or levels on the quantum and are independent. Each can happen simultaneously, overlapping even within the same person.

One of the finest simple pleasures is freshly ground peppercorns.

Would you rather have friends or have people who agree with you? They aren't mutually exclusive, but many tend to collect the latter.

No Krugerrands for Klobasa-boy.

So my father has died. Life shall once again skew at an angle. The following weeks will be bizarre.

A tea - or should I say "infusion" - of dandelion, nettle, kelp and dulse.

What about music that you must pause afterwards to think deeply about its deep violence and delivery? Its delivery in a spectacularly shattering way? Even after listening to it myriad times?

One day the younger brood will ask "why is it so compelling? it's just words on paper. there is no stimulus to force my eyes forward into the story".

We. as a collective, approach Frankfurt as if it is a womb.

Since I am rewriting my website & static site generator from scratch in Rust, the meager Nostr implementation is being included in the renovation. Amazing, eh? Right now it only sends messages, however. Though this is immensely exciting, it is not particularly worthy of the praise that the rats gathering around the stubs of my legs give it.

In fact, she did come back. And in fact, she is sitting in front of me and to the left a bit, though facing in a different direction and interacting in a universe distant from my own.

That moment when you told me, as you were taking your cosmetic apparati from the draws and shelves that 'I'm not coming back'.

Some people buy new toys or electronic gadgets or table games or troqueles to fill the emptiness and stagnation that endless routine creates. Others move to the other side of the Earth and begin new and sometimes completely alien routines.

You told me that were we not together, you'd never have another man in your life. That was a few days ago. And this morning - or rather noontime - you leave me suddenly. What am I supposed to feel? How can I feel? HOW THE FUCK CAN I FEEL?

Some people buy new toys or electronic gadgets or table games or troqueles to fill the emptiness and stagnation that endless routine creates. Others move to the other side of the Earth and begin new and sometimes completely alien routines.