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Sweet, sweet refrigeration: little did I know how much I could love the sight of condensation on a clear plastic shelf: what a beautiful thing to behold... returned to MONEY HEIST last night, welcome welcome. Continuing efforts to try new things with this space: vowed to myself that I'd let it become what it was going to become and I suppose it's becoming what it wants to become for now – whatever that is… until it isn’t.

Fantastic conversation last night with Justin Duke, creator of Buttondown, for next week’s SOCIALIZED RECLUSE episode.

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... though refrigeration returns, allegedly, between 0930 and 1330 today: in the event that they tell me – as they did with either the washer or the dryer or the washer and the dryer – that it won't fit through the door, I will break out the chainsaw and make it fit: such is my determination to bring this latest episode in our season of broken appliances (in the last six weeks: furnace, hot water heater (in the same day), vacuum, and fridge with a d) to a moderately satisfying conclusion.

Also: I look forward to a freezer that doesn't require yogic contortions and stretches for me to be able to reach the keto ice cream in the standup freezer without having to ask my wife who is much taller than I to reach in and get it; I almost fell in last night attempting to grab hold of my beloved eight-carb chocolate peanut butter. And that salted caramel. So good.

New TSR conversation tonight: same one that spent a month in my spam folder because I was too used to things working to look there for three and a half weeks. Noteworthy, here, that my pervasive worries of heading into said interview lacking in capacity to carry on a conversation about the subject matter was, unsurprisingly, unfounded: 90 minutes this morning and I'm good to go. Looking very forward.

Digging the hell out of Universal Control - not sure it will become as invaluable for my day to day as it seems for some, but I'm willing to give it an honest go. Two things I've noticed so far: bigtime battery drain on the M1 iPad Pro (which has been a thing since at least 15.2); and I would like to be able to enable a hot key to jump from monitor to iPad as I tend to leap over there when I mean only to open another document from the Obsdian sidebar.

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Expecting a lot of ring-throughs today: "silence unknown callers" is turned off for the delivery crew to schedule a fridge with a d delivery time for tomorrow. There will be refrigerated goods in the fridge again but not today only tomorrow maybe. Room temperature = blech.

In the meantime: the new work / access info.

RIP William Hurt. One of my favorites: DARK CITY, MR BROOKS, GOLIATH, KISS OF THE SPIDER WOMAN…

newsletter sunday 0072 / and if you listen you might hear

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Brain in newsletter mode. Releasing: Module0004/and if you listen you might hear – as well as an unintended "epic epic of epic epicness" from my past employ – for free to subscribers: Module0004 is available for $1.99 to non-subscribers; epic epic of epic epicness remains NL-only because it will probably make me more unemployable than I already am. Arriving shortly; back to Macro-land.

adventures in broken appliances part eleventeen, or, the warmth of refrigerators sans "d"

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Bit of a rush: normal block for writing this was overtaken by trip to (INSERT LARGE HOME APPLIANCE STORE HERE) to buy a new fridge and a minifreezer to keep the frozen stuff frozen while we wait on the new fridge. Related: I loathe that "refrigerator" lacks a D and "fridge" requires one lest it be frige which looks like some type of half-assembled IKEA furniture without it; fuck american english.

Rewriting words that were written but are able to be rewritten with the benefit of an essential distance while installing said mini-freezer and more weekend fun. Fuck appliances too.

But at least I like words.

Started CLEO FROM FIVE TO SEVEN yesterday – my first Varda film, another cinematic crime in the wasteland of my personal microculture that I'm making efforts to rectify; I was hooked from the first scene. Will hopefully finish before fridge with a d delivery on Tuesday.

Sunday afternoon explained.

Newsletter and new Module, IF YOU LISTEN YOU MIGHT HEAR tomorrow morning. Free for newsletter subs, $1.99 for everyone else.

of VAMPYR and the perambulations of ass-kicking giants

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Impromptu horn-honking parade down the potholed state highway last evening for the local girls' high school basketball team which made me think they won their state semis but it turns out they lost, an occurrence which sums up this area all too well but – unlike when OSU wins, loses, or draws – there were no overturned cars set ablaze: firetrucks were out wailing their sirens alofng the impromptu well-you-tried / go team / maybe next time parade so it wouldn't have mattered anyhow; the sidewalks are lined with the remnants of vicarious-living-through-the-efforts-of-others team spirit.

My VAMPYR "thinking of without actually rewatching though I'll get around to it I promise" consideration continues: this, from Mark Le Fanu's (a relative of "Carmilla" – the story upon which VAMPYR is at least partially based – author Sheridan Le Fanu) opening essay to the Criterion edition, "Vampyr's Ghosts and Demons," strikes an inspirational chord as it pertains to director Carl Theodor Dreyer's tastes:

"Notoriously, VAMPYR, his next work and first sound film, would fail to find an audience too, and, even more disasterously than JOAN OF ARC did, so it is worth emphasizing that this strange, hermetic, and experimental film was originally conceived of as, if not exactly a 'potboiler' (the concept is impossible in Dreyer's case), then at least something possessing – he hoped – healthy moneymaking possibilities."

Clearly, it did not: but that VAMPYR approach and my own complete inability to produce anything that could be construed as even remotely "popular" in spite of my love of genre rings so very true: elements/evidence of this in both MainFiction– and AnotherFiction– Projects, though AnotherFiction is most definitely an effort to write more straightahead, accessible (in keeping with my MAKING THE CUT runway and accessible look methodology – but only within the parameters of what I consider "accessible").

Finished REACHER's first season last night: solid (and my favorite Amazon show in awhile) – though I worry that, given the standard first season "getting used-to-it-ness" growing pains of the cast forming their bonds with the written material and with one another of which REACHER, like nearly every other show, was not immune, the "different book / location brought together only by a perambulatory, ass-kicking giant" per season will result less in increased cohesion and simply more first season "getting used-to-it-ness”: a shame to leave behind Finlay and Roscoe – though hopefully Neagley figures into the show’s future, somehow — though who knows, maybe there's a different plan for the series than strict adherence to the structure if not the contents of Childs's novels. All that said, well worth a watch.

Were one to construct a wordcloud of the three most oft-heard phrases in this house, they would be "Kirby, stop," "JesusFuckingChrist," and "What are you eating now?": this is the way / and so it is and so it goes.