june do

Hello, readers.

Here are things I would like to do this month.

Finish the second draft of my book.
Get married.
Hang out with my sister and friends.
Travel through Paris.
Finish a short story or two.
Critique a friend’s book.

So, if you don’t see me on the blog, this is why.

Hope it’s an excellent month for you all.

See you in the future.


the occasional table

Hello, readers.

It’s blue and white outside, and the couch upon what I sit is a very mustardy yellow. My blanket is orange. Very soon I’ll chat with my sister on the video phone. Her being in the U.S. I being in the not U.S.

Yesterday, EG pointed out to me the existence of a thing known as THE OCCASIONAL TABLE. As in, that is what side/coffee/WHATEVER tables are often called. As in, this is my new favorite thing to know because, if you read this blog a lot, you are possibly aware that my understanding of reality is occasional. Not so much in that I occasionally understand reality (though this is also true, and probably the frequency of my understanding of reality is muchmuch less often than occasional), but in that I believe reality to only occasionally exist. Call it quantum theory. Or my inability to commit. Still. Anyway.


Does it occasionally exist? Is it a structure that is only occasionally a table? What makes a table a table and not a flat, horizontal thing on top of four thin, vertical things? Aren’t all tables occasional? If I use a desk sometimes as a table, does this mean it’s an occasional desk, or an occasional table?

I could do this for hours. Best suited for the video blog, though, as then you can see me smile while I do it.

In other news, of which there usually is.

Hank profiled his brother John Green for Vanity Fair on the occasion (the OCCASIONAL JOHN GREEN!) of John being #36 on Vanity Fair’s list of the new establishment. It’s sweet and awesome and if you wanted a brief overview of the history of nerd fighting, well, this is very brief.

In other, other news, of which there is also usually a fair amount.

Twitter wants to make reporting abuse easier and the environment that much more delightful.

Here are 100 notable books as notabled by the New York Times.

Chris Rock said things of smart. Particularly enjoyed his statement that the phrase black progress is not entirely all that smart as whatever progress has been made, it’s for more likely and actual that white people are the ones doing the progressing in terms of being less systematically stupid.

So, to say Obama is progress is saying that he’s the first black person that is qualified to be president. That’s not black progress. That’s white progress.

Happy Occasional Wednesday, readers.