Wildly bad guess

i love learning about animals ive literally never seen or heard of before. what amazing diversity of life on this planet earth. what the hell is a japanese serow

one of my favorite pieces of writing about cover songs (which i utilized in my dissertation chapter about black-jewish sonic solidarity, using nina simone's covers of songs by leonard cohen and bob dylan as case studies) comes from a chapter by daphne a. brooks (liner notes for the revolution is REQUIRED reading) and gayle wald on covers of dylan songs performed by women, in which they theorize the cover song through the metaphor of a sonic kiss. writing about odetta's covers specifically, they suggest, "if we think about singing as an embodied act—as air being pressed through the lungs or the diaphragm or the throat, and passing through the mouth and lips—we might think of the cover song as a kind of kiss. a kiss at some distance, to be sure, but a kiss nonetheless, and just as immediate, just as electrifying."

it’s because you’re always on that damn everybody knows this is nowhere 1969

i think every publisher should have to institute a ban on books that fail what i’m calling the “little life” and “what else?” tests

sitting in the corner while my buddies riff and occasionally sliding one bead across an abacus