Alex F.

I'm the dude who looks exactly like my friend Dan.

Okay it's legit except it should've been "Hey, hey, RFK" and Brady is not as clever a lyricist as I briefly thought he was.

Okay now I'm not at all sure if that was a real protest chant or song lyrics that @bradiation.bsky.social wrote after reading Tim O'Brien.

RFK, RFK, how many people did you kill today

And that vaccine's name?

Jesus.

Absolutely, it was important to my parents to get me sophisticated gearing system toys so they could emphasize what a fucking idiot I was at seven.

RefWorks finding an exciting new way to butcher the reference list every couple months.

"25 pounds of pressure and you can rip somebody's ear off," is a thing I learned on the Phillies broadcast for some reason

This opinion brought to you by the cognitive dissonance caused by six months of advocating for ignition interlocks even though they're a fraction of a piece of a solution.

Unfortunately, there's a bit of institutional learned powerlessness at play, too. Public health as a practice--be it from not trusting the power structures around it, or pressure to demonstrate immediate if lower-impact results--often does talk itself into individual/ interpersonal strategies.

How Public Health Took Part in Its Own Downfall The field’s future lies in reclaiming parts of its past that it willingly abandoned.

This is obviously not the academic resource you were looking for but @edyong209.bsky.social really cottoned onto this issue hard before he quit the beat to live a better life.

www.theatlantic.com/health/archi...

(In case you're new to the program, I used to be a peanut-brittle-making bro.)

In a weed-strewn back yard, a black plastic table stands. On it are two boards, on which are taped two negative images printed on translucent paper (it's vellum BTW). It's hard to tell but a bird took a crap on one of them. (They came out awful, complete fuckups. Cyan-NO-type, amrite.)

I've decided to become a different kind of bro. I am now a cyanotyping bro.

One of the big draws of UCSB CCS, at least back in Ye Olde Nineties, was much looser GE reqs than main-track English Literature.

So many of my L&S friends crammed into the 800-seat Astronomy courses, an utter waste of everyone's time--ESPECIALLY that of kids who *wanted* to learn astronomy.

South Bay progressives shit-talk redux.

If it makes you feel better, right now those are more likely to be SEPTA problems.

I am also such a complete sucker for engagement bait.

"Yankees legend" Jesus man he's already bleeding out on the floor.

That's dodging the question of "well, what is it, then?" I realize. Maybe once I have a Substack up and running.

All of which is to say, I don't have much reason to think depressed nerd boys are bigger suckers now than they were then. If there's a rise in rank misogyny among young men, it's not just that they're half-sculpted idiots landing in Tate's hands.

I'm not sure I agree? I found IRC and Usenet in my early teens, as did many friends, and I think we all kind of naturally gravitated to non-abusive-troglodyte stuff. I whined a LOT about not getting laid on alt.punk, and while a MRR columnist mocked me for being scared of boobs, I grew up normalish.

Four of the monkey paw's fingers curl, only the middle remains extended.

(And it's worth pointing out that a huge chunk of pop dating advice *for girls* is regressive ineffectual nonsense that also imposes adversarial, transactional values on sex. The concept of "lack of physical intimacy as a problem with answers" is inherently rulebound and ergo conservative.)

A bunch of others have made this point, but the problem with this as a political op is that getting to the point of physical intimacy is a wildly idiosyncratic process that starts with knowing one's self, stuff that's less a "progressive manosphere" project and more a basic conversational one.

I do but/and I am one of many men who have been extremely ill-served by its predecessors.

BRB telling my wife I low-key love her

"Your problem isn't the walking stick, it's the ugly stick."

All of my stupid MCC gameday thread rally memes were up on Imgur, and so presumed lost. It's an Arbor Day miracle!

(I don't know when Arbor Day is and nor do you.)

At an art fair, a guy stands wearing a sandals, bluejeans, a mini-fedora, and a black-and-orange Velez #8 Giants shirsey. (Cue theme from Succession)

Beyond thrilled to announce I have found a copy of the photo I took back in 2015 of the Guy At An Art Fair Wearing Sandals and a Eugenio Velez Shirsey.

omg yaz traded 💔