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the house expands

2022-11-16

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Writing a journal late at night gives me little to work with the next day, but here we are. I am getting extremely distracted today, I've just turned the wifi off so that should help. I've found a job to apply for, so I'll send that through after this, then I'm having a shower and biking into town to pickup my repaired jeans.

nudie jeans

I'm pretty excited to see how they've repaired them, and to then try copying it for my other ripped jeans at home. Full transparency, the jeans cost me $300. It's a lot to spend on a pair of pants, but they're guaranteed for repair for the rest of their (my?) lives. It's a model I want to support, and if our economy wasn't based entirely on the churning of cheap goods then it may well be that things cost a little more.

no good meal goes unpunished

The hot pot I had last night is ripping through me, I really ought to re-implement a food diary. Also, I think I'll try cutting out garlic. Boring, I know, but worth a try. I'll download the FODMAP app.

what else

I'll print more covers for bee death, and maybe I'll have enough change to print out a read too. I have a section on notion of articles or PDFS I want to print and read.

a list titled "to print then read", filled with links to intellectual sounding content

I'm going to try to finish conjugação today

I reckon I could tbh.

I feel like a poet

Not that I write poetry, more the state of being. I suppose the zines and cartoons I write are poetry adjacent, and that imparts me with a super-normal sensitivity to written expression. Perhaps I am just a sensitive soul. I've heard people talk about how important poetry is for them in times of distress - I feel like I need it all the time? Not that I'm distressed all the time, but I always want to be baptised in poetics. It feels refreshing, like drawing the curtain from the window and seeing outside for the first time all day. A reminder that the words I use to describe my reality are only words, and can be employed to say more than what I've said, and in doing so my reality is changed.

I prove a theorem and the house expands: from Geometry by Rita Dove

listening to

Same as last nigtht: Talk Down - Dijon

questions