What in the hell …

These three things. (more…)

you know what sucked?
here’s what sucked.

I like apples cut up. I eat them w/ a bit of peanut butter. nice filling snack, healthy.
That’s what I’m eating right now.

I ate two yesterday. One in the afternoon, one at nite. Well, second time around. I cut them up using the knife I used before.

Except it wasn’t the same knife after all! It was the knife I had used when making dinner.
Chopping onions! So my apples tasted all oniony.

Now I like onions, but … yuck. That sucked. (more…)

Courtesy of weather dot com.

Current temp: -6 F. Feels like -27 F with the wind chill.

For you foreigner types, that’s about -21 C and -33 C respectively.

You ever bite into a chunk of really hot pepper or something and it doesn’t taste spicy, it just hurts? This is the tactile-temperature version of that. It doesn’t feel cold. It feels painful.

Forecast for tonite says dangerous wind chills approaching -30F. Low -12F. That’s -34 C and -24 C respectively. Tomorrow’s the same windchill. High -2 and low -15 F (-19 and -26 C).

Christ on toast.

I’ve been vaguely down for a while, another bout of low grade depression. Not tired so much as unmotivated. A lack of will, if you will: it’s hard to make myself stop or start things. (more…)

Little. Very little.

Think about it.

Continuing to haphazardly reread bits of Foucault in line with the last few posts. (more…)

Or, what in the hell is a decision? Or necropolitics, for that matter? Keeping on following, although erratically, a thread from this discussion, I finally got around to reading Achille Mbembe’s essay “Necropolitics.” (Still need to finish that earlier set of Foucault notes; like those these too will be incomplete for now, just jotting so I don’t forget.) (more…)