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Sylvia Plath’s “Pulitizer”

I forgot about this. My copy of Sylvia Plath’s Collected Poems has a big, fat spelling error on the cover. Oof. Last read: “In Plaster”. Or rather: “In Plastizer”.

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Unrecognizable

I got hung up on taking pictures of myself in mirrors and reflective surfaces around this city...

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Missing Masklessness

I don’t get nostalgic, at least I don’t think I do. But for some reason this video, from 9 years ago, makes me realize how much I miss masklessness. I never would have thought I’d get sentimental for seeing people yawning, or...

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Screenshots

I had to clear space on my phone, and wound up deleting, among other things, a bunch of screenshots I made last year and the year before. I can find sadness in all things, even the best, most inspiring news. But some of these...

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Mirror Mirror

Found a mirror which reflects me as I see myself: A visual rendition of an HTTP 500 Internal Server Error.

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Boogie Woogie Rapes the Brain

I’ve read that nothing compares to being in the same room as the piano through which Conlon Nancarrow’s rolls roll. Through LP, CD, video, all you get are the notes. You don’t get the vibration of the piano,...

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Maps Maps Maps

I used to have a maps subdomain at sorabji.com, where I posted clickable maps of my travels. I...

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Cocoon of Personal Space

I experienced a couple of unnerving incidents the past few days. Yesterday, on 5th Avenue around 50th Street, with sidewalks still relatively sparsely populated compared to pre-pandemic days, a thin, derelict-looking woman...

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Watched Some Porn Today

I watched porn today. First time in weeks, maybe even months. I usually start with cocksucking and facial cumshots, deep throating a special bonus. The latter stirs something deep inside me, seeing the full length of a cock all...

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From an E-Mail to an Online Lover: DEEP CLEANING

Dearest E.: I keep my quarters feeling lived-in more than spotless. Which is to say: Spotful. I rarely vacuum, and entropically welcome the encroaching accumulation of dust and detritus as strataesque evidence of my existence,...

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My Drunk Face

I have enough of these that I could do a compilation, a documentation of the evolution, though...

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America.

I spotted this sign-bearing individual outside the Trump Tower today, scene of a rally in which a...

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Human Sacrifice In Your Pajamas

A small plague of rock concerts briefly invaded boxes of cereal produced at a Long Island manufacturing facility last week. Supervisors at the Jolly Bootstrap plant in Glen Cove briefly suspended production of their signature...

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Spambots Attacked Stuff I Forgot I Ever Wrote

BEGIN THE CHRISTIAN NEWS People standing around the Freedom Tower saw savage nudity suddenly arise with 30% more warheads, home-based isolation, and occasional fog attacks against the United Nations. “That’s isolation for $50”,...

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Finally Sold a Domain Name

I had not sold a domain name in over 20 years. I won’t say which one, and the net amount of money is not even worth bragging about. But I’ll take what is basically free money. The website at this particular domain...

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Midtown Shutdown

I wrote this postal ramble not because my thoughts have much merit but as a stress release. It worked. Thanks for reading.

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From an Email to an Old Friend

It’s not been that long and people are seriously showing some agita. Until now there’s been an air of “we’re all in this together” but New York is too full of complaining, entitled, selfish,...

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Disk Cleanup

I spent much of the afternoon deleting gigabyte after gigabyte of redundant content, left over as a byproduct of several server moves, content management system switches, domain name changes, etc. It is tedious and thankless...

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Industry

Sometimes I find evidence of work performed, industry exerted, and mental ignition lit over...

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Force of Nature

Here’s audio I made describing a woman I spotted while talking on a payphone yesterday. She paced back and forth outside a doughnut shop, drinking from a bottle of beer she carried in a black bag. She had a steely,...

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Stigma

Once in a while I jolt awake in the middle of the night, usually 2am range, remembering that hours...

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