This is very, VERY good news.
06.03.2026 05:55
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This is very, VERY good news.
“I mean” is an underrated vocal tic.
A passenger-less Waymo plays tropical house music, loudly, as it meanders down an almost empty residential street. Somewhere in Los Angeles, sometime in early March.
I hate being in a “scammers who leave voicemails” rotation 😒
Based solely on the way my body is reacting to the current LA weather, I’m dying first in the climate apocalypse 🥵😞
Oh, don’t you worry about me. I’m just a girl alone in her room trying to determine from memory whether or not any of the ‘Garfield Minus Garfield’ comics had Odie in them.
I think I might have finally written something of substance for the first time in a while
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(And “The Morning Show”)
Uggggh, I want to watch this right now. That said, I bet they’re going to do something referencing Bari x CBS on “Elsbeth.”
Wrote about one of my favorite songs from 2011, ‘Marty Supreme,’ and… [gestures wildly]
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Clap Your Hands Say Yeah walked so that Geese could run.
The bulk of this week’s missive was written, but never published, in 2024. It’s about grief, introversion, and showing up for people when it’s hard. And because I’m currently grieving a brave, Minneapolis-based woman I didn’t know, but easily could have been friends with… sharing now makes sense.
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(Also The Beaches’ “Last Girls at the Party” would be on my songs list if I’d made one).
I didn’t know this was possible?? 😬
I uh, definitely listened to more podcasts than music though. I took on so much holiday szn pet sitting with Saturday the 27th being the most packed… I listened to so many pods in one day that I maxed out my recently listened section in Apple all from one day’s worth of engagement…
Wrote something similar myself and posted yesterday… not-quite-punk.ghost.io/top-5-albums...
It is barely socially acceptable to be posting Best Of content this late in the game, but nevertheless she persisted: not-quite-punk.ghost.io/top-5-albums...
I scanned the photo from left to right and Stephen Miller gave me a literal jump scare.
Wrote a little bit about what I got up to in the 2010s in LOS ANGELES (not Brooklyn, though I was there too at least once or twice). not-quite-punk.ghost.io/borrowed-nos...
… So that I could then make $40 an hour on a 1099 playing for a room full of young professionals at an “elevated” sausage + beer hall type place (do the children even know about THIS 2010s trend??). I listened to an old mix from those days recently so I’ve been thinking about this era… a lot 😬
But my version of “it’s so much more pathetic than it seems” is that I was making a full time living as a DJ by night, dog walker by day (Silver Lake/Echo Park tho, Brooklyn of the West). The HOURS I spent digging through free mp3 blogs for a halfway decent remix of Cults’ “Go Outside…”
Obviously the internet has them doing all of this way faster and so many of us are also on here being so publicly nostalgic for our twenties, so really how can we blame them for trying to recreate it in their own image?
To me, Gen Z’s easy toggling from ‘90s nostalgia, to “Y2K,” to “indie sleaze,” to “Lena Dunham’s Brooklyn” feels about the same as me thinking the entirety of the 1970s felt like the Brady Bunch, the ‘80s were a neon-shellacked “Wedding Singer-esque” farce, and the ‘60s were basically Woodstock.
Ugh, I’m a Panic World, but not Garbage Day subscriber who was recently shunted from a semi-cushy public media job back to solely relying on gig work… subscriptions are precious commodities atm, but I really want to read this one so I’m gonna have to figure something out
All while watching bands that no one who didn’t show up for every single night of their Monday Spaceland residency would remember. But we were blogging through it. So certain, we were, that The Henry Clay People were the next Hold Steady (or at least the next Silversun Pickups).
There was a stretch of late aughts, LA band showcase nights that were sponsored by the cheapest formula of Johnny Walker. So if you wanted to drink for free, you were drinking instant-hangover scotch…
Ever find yourself gripped with the soul-shattering fear that we’re like, one generation away from The Great American songbook entirely fading from cultural memory? You’ve come to the right place. not-quite-punk.ghost.io/staying-power/
