Today’s song is Haircut by Petey & Miya Folick:
Sure you can touch it, and yes it’s so soft,
No I don’t feel different, I still feel fucking lost.
On Feeling Lost
A personal essay about passive suicidal ideation.
A personal essay about being so depressed you force force an AI to create a thousand portraits of Spongebob Squarepants.
On Politics
A word about Christian fascism from Jared Yates Sexton.
A word about Christian fascism from a town that’s closing its local library rather than allow it to have books about gay people.
A word about Christian fascism in the form of a profile of an NYT profile of Republican Senate candidate Blake Masters.
Related: people feel unsafe and push for police crackdowns not because of crime specifically but because of visible poverty. We could address many of these highly visible, highly upsetting problems by providing more housing, but because we regard them as criminal we do the American thing and just add guns to the mix, to predictably terrible results.
On Joy
Branch manager and assistant branch manager.
Dog learns how to pet a cat (kinda).
This goofy-ass dog.
Dog wears makeshift hat.
This is what yawning elephant shrews look like.
A highly-rated dog.
Cat or potato chip?
Say Anything, carcinization edition.
Pitbull x dachshund.
Secretly Ironic 
