epistemic:
created 1/17/25
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would like to have reviews/descriptions and maybe covers, need to think about formatting, really i think i have to learn some javascript.. it would be nice if tiles were interactable, swipe once for blurb, again for link, then back to face.
books i have read:
in 2025:
the well tempered city
the invisibles book 4
the return of merlin
reform or revolution
the nutmegs curse
the dispossessed
how not to drown in a glass of water
inventing the future
DIFFERENT DRUM
im also wondering about how to separate types of media, should audiobooks be classified elsewhere? annotated? its defs a different experience of the content. right now audiobooks have a hyphen next to them. but long term do i want seperate sites for books/podcasts/shows/music etc or one 'reccomendations' page. maybe a recc page with a sidebar....
in 2024:
record of a spaceborn few
galaxy and the ground within-
a closed and common orbit-
one dimansional man
the fearless benjamin lay
harold
naked lunch
the teachings of don juan
the eagles gift
phenomenos astrales
tibetan book of the dead
polysecure
death and life of great american cities
a wizard of earthsea-
team human-
the ministry for the future-
the other americans-
the lathe of heaven-
flashbacks-
the city we became-
thistlefoot
things i like the idea of reading
long way to a small angry planet
the disposessed
that other scott peck book
murray bookchin
small is beautiful
from that petrodragon article, theological science horror - now waiting on an interlibrarly loan to read it
comics
GAME ZONE
for making games:
im reading the dispossessed now and its resonating deeply and sweetly like creamy hot chocolate thats the right temperature.
“to go was not enough for him, only half enough; he must come back. In such a tendency was already foreshadowed, perhaps, the nature of the immense exploration he was to undertake into the extremes of the comprehensible. He would most likely not have embarked on that years-long enterprise had he not had profound assurance that return was possible, even though he himself might not return; that indeed the very nature of the voyage, like a circumnavigation of the globe, implied return.”
and here i am, wondering where home is. certainly theres no return to where i left, not least of all because i’m not the one who left there. it seems that the place i long for is spoiled by my presence. home is now at the extremes of the comprehensible. and for now i’m stuck at home, falling into the orbit of labor. have i forgotten how to be sedentary, and that’s why i’m stuck in place? i want to play with others in the incidental halls and intimate hushed rooms of thought. to howl and roar at the banquet, sweat in the sun and prepare the food.
i relish the idea that it would be immoral to work 5 days in a row for 8 hours each. i’m afraid of the idea that i could genuinely contribute without a shovel. if i can, then what’s my excuse for not doing so. they won’t let me? i don’t have a way in? then where’s my comic? i cant make that alone. or i dont want to. i want to be in school. yet by my own count i just graduated. how exhausting. the pen may be heavier than the shovel, or at least more daunting. where is the mulch? where are my teammates?
