
This does not begin to express how hot it was — but I did get many thousands of words of a short story out of the experience

This does not begin to express how hot it was — but I did get many thousands of words of a short story out of the experience

This week’s Disquiet Junto project has worked out well, tracks by dozens of musicians who take as their compositional and production inspiration the way gauze might be interpreted as a sonic effect. This image, shot from a hotel room in DTLA, was an alternate option, while I went with this one.

Ya think?
At the end of each week, I usually collate a lightly edited collection of recent comments I’ve made on social media, which I think of as my public scratch pad. I tag on what books I may have finished reading. Knowing I’ll revisit my social media posts, I’ve found, serves as a positive and mellowing influence on my online activity. Some show up on disquiet.com before this post, in which case I don’t repeat them. I mostly hang out on Mastodon (at post.lurk.org/@disquiet), and I’m also trying out a few others. And I generally take weekends off social media.
▰ Phineas, Emerson, Roman — these are some of the recent names utilized by spam calls offering me loans. What is with these names? Does archaic (nothing personal if one is your name in 2026) imply financial stability? (And no, I don’t pick up the calls. They go to voicemail and get transcribed.)
▰ “Hey, baby, it’s the fourth of July.” Happy birthday.
▰ Been reading a lot, finishing less than usual. Did I mention I read Vladimir Nabokov’s Pale Fire? Prose so purple it stained my Kindle.

The future is, apparently, now