cherry's room

weather: ☀️ have mercy critters: cats this is the last part of a series (part 1, part 2) of words the british think i don't know. it's brief because i have now run out of words spliff. intelligible, but i've never heard anyone under 50 say it. our englishes seem to be on different timelines in different directions suss out. fully didn't know this was british bespoke. am i the only one who remembers the broke/woke/bespoke meme? i'm pretty sure black twitter invented that twee. the word…

i have seen four cats alive (black, white calico, ginger longhair, tabby with white socks), one cat dead (tabby with white socks, no relation). you can tell a half-feral barn cat from a normal housecat by how close it lets you get. of the living population, none of them let me get closer than three watchful yards. there's definitely a phenotype here. i guess that happens in all remote towns. my dad passed a lot to my brother and nothing to me but a tremendous set of eyebrows. i am told by…

weather: 🌤️ hot but at least the beach was nice critters: pelicans in V formation somebody stole all the flush valves and piping from the urinals in S's workplace bathroom. it's a lot cleaner now that they've closed it to the public, but nobody can figure out why those particular parts were stolen. seems like methhead behavior, but there's no copper in any of those parts. what gives? email me if you know what gives. i'm terrified of cherry flavored anything, because i love cherry things but i…

weather: ☀️🌫️ smoky critters: swallowtails, dragonflies, bluebirds in honor of the friends twisting my arm to get mad at england for soccer reasons, here's the sequel to my first post about britishisms the british think i don't know chips. i know the british know that our chips are their crisps and their chips are our fries--but i'm starting to think the british don't know that we know this. we have never called it "fish and fries" fairy lights. many of us know what these are because it's a…

weather: ☀️ pool time critters: grackles gracklin' at this, the hour of pride month's twilight, a brief list in no particular order of fictional guys i like to blame for extrinsically turning me gay you know old bruce wayne from batman beyond...? ganondorf from multiple zelda titles, which has unfortunately caused me to spend decades wishing he'd ever again have the depth of characterization they randomly threw into wind waker older link from ocarina of time. i know it's basic, but i was seven,…

weather: ☀️ perfect critters: cabbage butterfly, sulfurs, monarchs, big swallowtail bitching about inconsequential annoyances is one of my favorite forms of stress relief w/r/t the absolute state of the climatic and geopolitical realities over which i have no personal control. but there's no reason i can't add something positive afterward to reduce the anxiety-nausea. i mentioned in my new year's post that i want to stop thinking of myself as a monad, and this might be a good exercise to that…

weather: ☀️ yeah it's summer critters: swallows is blocking even a function on bearblog? idk. but i don't want you reading my shit if you can't accurately identify techbro hyper-zoltar for what it really is (moloch). never speak to me, delete your account, throw your computer off a bridge. thanks 😘

weather: 🌤️ damp critters: party people it's a little scary being in a long term relationship and knowing that nobody else thinks i'm appealing. not that i'm on the creep for a different guy--i only love the one, and if he leaves me i will not love again. but there's always the fear that he'll be through with me tomorrow and, among other things i would lose, the only person who thinks i'm beautiful will be gone almost anyone can achieve "fuckable" at least once. above the boring facts of…

weather: ☀️ crystal critters: woodpeckers in flight friendship seeing my favorite local queen at pride and having her actually recognize me wiping the floor with the competition at bar trivia incredibly pleasant weather THE BEACH might be doing some modeling in the fall??? nancy mace losing her reelection bid (sarah mcbride has way more class than me so i'll just say it for her: go fuck yourself infinitely, nancy)

weather: ☀️ was there any june gloom today? i slept late critters: western bluebird; assorted woodpeckers dead languages fascinate me and also make me want to tear my skin off. the last native speaker of hupa died in march. i worry about all the stories and music nobody wrote down, or that we can't read (and may never be able to read). now they're gone, forever, never to be heard again. i hate it. here are some poems and songs you can still experience. hurrian hymn to the goddess nikkaltext +…

weather: ⛅ help i've been blown away like a kite critters: mourning dove who was just a little child the old writing is dying and the new illiterate serfdom is gliding smoothly out of peter thiel's omega-hole, but at least we get to watch editors make incredibly stupid statements and enjoy a few postmortems. for example, the discordia review article. while investigating the braindead winner of the commonwealth prize: "even this idiot's photo for the contest was clearly yassified by AI." lol,…

weather: 🌥️ may gray is working overtime critters: doves (fluffed against the cold) "facts are stubborn things." --alain-rené lesage "be regular and orderly in your life like a bourgeois, so that you may be violent and original in your work." --gustave flaubert "there are about forty-nine masochists to one sadist." --cyril connolly "man is everywhere a disturbing agent. wherever he plants his foot, the harmonies of nature are turned to discords." --george perkins marsh "hope is a waking dream."…

weather: ☀️ summer is nigh critters: assorted sulfurs, monarchs, painted ladies, very large swallowtail i love academic libraries that don't clean out their old stock. i think if this one did, most of the shelves would be empty, and remain empty for years as they scraped for funding to replenish them. anyway, today i found a pre-WWII book about flower folklore which still had several uncut pages. i've never encountered this in a library book, even in very old ones. i kinda felt bad that no one…

weather: ☀️ feeling hot hot hot critters: black and white cat in someone's yard over the water: seems like it has high potential as a summer book autobiography of red: or anything by anne carson, but autobiography of red is the one i have closest to hand our moon: i love the moon and moon lore candy and the candy men: trash + backstory of the trash cosmicomics: started this at the beach and have yet to finish it. i should go to the beach and do that

weather: ☁️ hello??? critters: bunny "what do you want for your birthday?" pâtes de fruits hakuto jelly new tennis shoes to go clubbing compliments from strangers i'll never see again a visit to santa monica pier a trip to the lake (which lake? i dunno, you pick) a generous sugar daddy who demands nothing but pics of my feet to enjoy a birthday walton goggins' autograph drugs (which drugs? i dunno, you pick) somebody to explain to me why i only get rejection letters motivation? a way to save my…

weather: 🌫️➡️☀️ may gray heat wave critters: sulphurs, mourning cloaks, woodpeckers, quails two quails flew over me when i scared them on accident. it was the closest i'd ever physically stood to wild quails and i'm not sure why i expected them to make wiwiwiwiwi sounds in flight like mourning doves, but they didn't. i'd seen them a million times before, i'd heard them say 'chi-ca-go' at long distances--until today, i'd never been close enough to hear that their flight just sounds like flapping…

weather: ☀️ goodbye clouds critters: my cat (i stayed inside all day) today i flipped through the dispenser's formulary, an american tome of recipes and knuckle-swatting advice for an aspiring soda jerk. notes the authors want to be absolutely clear with you that bad hygiene and slovenly habits and cheaping out on ingredients are unforgivable at the soda fountain. i've noticed that how-to manuals from this period can be pretty bossy, but maybe we need some of that when it comes to health…

weather: 🌥️➡️🌤️ windy day, quiet night tall evening primroses on the side of a country road tree whose identity i don't know--maybe ten feet tall, fuzzy lilac-shaped flowers of a dusty pink color golden angel's trumpet--i did not know until recently these are extinct in the wild jacaranda in bloom, finally all the world's california buckwheat at once western tanager bullock's oriole turkey vulture red-tailed hawk a couple of brewer's blackbirds doing their courtship ritual in the parking lot of…

weather: ☁️➡️☀️ may gray has arrived on schedule critters: the finch gang i am a high school dropout, i've never been published but i have several rejection letters, i have the attention span of a hummingbird, i've never been an english major, i don't really get poetry, and i struggle with any prose style denser than fitzgerald. my parents read danielle steel and clive cussler like every other old white couple with a combined six years of higher ed. all that is to say i don't feel i have a…

weather: 🌤️ pleasant critters: besides the main event? two cats today, about a year after i last saw a western tanager, i saw two that's the whole post. i just really like western tanagers and i haven't seen one in so long

weather: 🌦️ drip drip drop little april shower critters: ducks "all creatures of our god and king" is one of my favorite christian hymns, but many's the time i've heard it and thought about the weirder, grosser critters that god cooked up in his extradimensional angel lab. (we are weird and gross by ape standards--elongated, hairless, slimegreased baby-people.) then i thought about st. francis, the credited author of the hymn, having to steel himself to acknowledge their inherent motes of…

weather: ☀️ kinda breezy critters: monarchs i can own up to being a complete stereotype in some ways, and along a couple of particular axes i am never accused of being "one of the good ones." but i am many things, and sometimes i get to hear that phrase and its variants about certain demographics and personality traits and such. is it because i don't fit a stereotype for those qualities, so i'm automatically an outlier? or is it because i do fit a stereotype, and i get a carveout because the…

weather: ☀️ toasty critters: let's see... i had no binoculars and the sun was just in the wrong spot, but i saw a nest and a pair of...somethings. i think they were rufous-crowned sparrows, but after looking through the bird guide, i'm really not sure. i'll have to go back to that spot and check again. there's a high spot that might put me at a good vantage point for looking into the nest, but i'll need a zoom lens. the mourning cloaks are still everywhere, being adorable and iconic. i looked…