• Read this pretty good piece about him.

    Then read this pretty good piece about Daniel Day-Lewis, still alive at 68 (and no complaints from me).

    They seem to have a lot in common, don’t they? What seems to be the major difference (or differences) between them?

  • Anna Marie McHugh, Assistant Managing Director of the National Ploughing Championships in Ireland, speaking from the 2025 championships in Screggan

    https://youtu.be/91x68GMgOmc?si=0XvGEBGiq8ciqFXX

  • is that just because somebody has to get born someplace then they get claimed for that place if they make it big. How could anyone say Kevin Rowland or Dexys are British?

    Image from Wikipedia

    Seriously?

  • enough steroids in the world

  • Why can we not have drinkable tap water for a reasonable cost? It cannot be difficult to take a sample of great drinking water — say, NYC tap water or the well from our old house in the sandhills — do a spectral analysis, strip the base water to zero with filtration etc, fix the pH, add the minerals in the right concentration, and serve? Even if you couldn’t feasibly throw all that through city pipes, why is house-level filtration & taste so absolutely shitty until you pay a bajillion dollars?

    Water, water everywhere, nor ary drop to drink
  • I never don’t have a song playing in my head, day or night. Sometimes a song I love; sometimes a song I hate; mostly a song I can ignore, or that has a beat I can work with. Sometimes the music is so clear it’s like an auditory hallucination. Frequently two songs that have common or similar elements will tag team me, switching off with one another when the music gets to the part they share. Sometimes I’ll get stuck in a loop of the song and it will push my dreams around. If I hear a new song that’s too catchy to shake, I’ll have to look up the lyrics and learn to sing it so I can make it end.

    These are today’s songs (for this morning, anyway).

    “Plastic Jesus” Eddie Marrs
    “Rocky Road to Dublin” The Pogues
  • All that specialized equipment

    Sleep-deprived thoughts at the airport:

    I got up at 3:30 to catch this flight after going to bed at 12:30 bc life. Staggering around flinching at light like a vampire, it occurs to me that sleep deprivation is literally tortureand there’s no actual reason except capitalist domination to force new parents to return to work after the birth of a child. Just give everybody two years off work at full pay. We have the resources. Everyone will be better for it, not just them.

    Going into the restrooms at the airport, it’s a gang bathroom with like 30 stalls. There’s one accessible stall at the end of each row that has a sign that says “reserved for accessibility or baby-changing.” Again, just make all the stalls accessible. I’ve had apartments smaller than the individual stalls in Keflavik, so clearly it’s both understood and possible. We’ll all be better off.

  • “He gives ‘em one a dese! An’ then he gives ‘em one a dose!”

    “What’s your name?” “Aaaarrrrrgggghhh!”