july 2021

7/1 – 7/7

believe no wardrobe malfunction worse than pevensie family’s.

asked friend’s saba what kosher meant. he furrowed eyebrows and grumbled, “it means a rabbi pissed in it.”

sat down for a game of dire wolf fame.  cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.

people ran after her in the streets, and called her the ‘muscovite venus.’ richelieu made love to her, and my grandmother makes out that, by her rigorous demeanour, she almost drove him to suicide.

“and you mean to say,” exclaimed narumoff, “that you have a grandmother who knows the names of three winning cards, and you have never made her tell them to you?”
“that is the very deuce of it,” answered tomski.”

i come to you against my wish,” she said in a firm voice. “i am forced to grant your prayer. three, seven, ace, will win, if played one after the other.”

hermann looked. instead of ace, he saw a queen of spades before him. he could not trust his eyes! and now as he gazed, in fascination, on the fatal card, he fancied that he saw the queen of spades open and then close her eye, while at the same time she gave a mocking smile. he felt a thrill of nameless horror. the queen of spades resembled the dead countess.

watched…

(1) a skull smashed in Schull

” a drawing was done by barth o leary who didn’t have an ounce of artistic integrity within him”

(2) philosophy lectures ft. mariticide

7/8 – 7/14

understand there are teams of google and amazon employees in corporate offices who have heard the recordings our phones register automatically while listening for “aloha, cortana” or whatever you’re supposed to say. but instead of hearing initiation phrase, our devices only pick up our heavy breathing. there are corporate computer programmers who have heard us before during after. and they’re bored of it.

visited the library of babel.  scoured the database…

for a diamond in the rough.

read the actual monkey theorem.

7/15 – 7/21

read the decameron (1353). one story of one hundred stories. everybody horny.

do you suppose our own lives, unlike those of others, are bound to our bodies by such strong chains that we may ignore all those things which have the power to harm them? in that case we are deluded and mistaken. we have only to recall the names and the condition of young men and women who have fallen victim to this cruel pestilence.

the lady was not very intelligent, and it never occurred to her that if the scholar had known anything about magic, he would have used it on his own behalf.

there are many who believe that love looses his arrows only when kindled by the eyes, and who regard with contempt anyone who maintains that a person may fall in love on the strength of verbal report. in this belief they are mistaken…

i wish to god that he really had thrown himself in [the well], and drowned himself at the same time, so that all the wine he’s been drinking would have been well and truly diluted.

didn’t believe it.

believed it.

7/22 – 7/31

chatted with flora sans five-hour energy. we agreed buddha the og trust fund baby, megan thee stallion our true lord and savior.

jawbreakers

mom called from airport in panic saying no passenger locator form.  i hopped onto computer, tapped away while security officer on other end failed to pacify her. four minutes later, heard two equally relieved thank-yous.

watched palmeras en la nieve (2015). interracial, out-of-africa-esque romance set in colonial guinea.  everyone and everything beautiful but historically careless.  thought of dr. hortense spillers’ “unless one is free, love cannot and will not matter” throughout.

“sin duda, esos fueron mis días más felices. suficientes para dar valor a toda una vida.”

kartika upadhyaya