Patrick Frawley

I'll be fine if you all promise to take care too.

Have a good September.

if I'm not around here a whole lot for a while it's because I'm trying to manage my tendency to be bewildered and disgusted. I need a break from a lot of this, especially as I start down a terrifying semester. Call it self-care but minus the scented candles and gratuitous affirmations and all that.

Went to my primary-care doctor today for the first time in three [sic] years. Said years have resulted in a blood pressure reading that is basically OMG over WTF; a subsequent hasty EKG showed that everything was circulating just fine, so this is basically hyperstress crossed with genetics.

So,

One of the few memorable times I came close to getting tagged on my bicycle was some goon in a Toyota Highlander with NJ plates going across one of the Central Park traverses, who of course sneered at me to watch out.

Highlanders are another issue with me, but that’s not the city.

NYC safety fears:

- NJ drivers, especially turning left

- inexperienced/inattentive CitiBike riders (this is real, crashed into me)

- icy sidewalks

- pickpockets? sorta, not normally

- elevators making weird mechanical noises

The sob-story hustlers and chuggers are more quality of life.

Intentional, then?

Worst cipher of the decade.

Wasn’t sure where to read it as home town (a complex issue for me but “colleges, gorges” works at the most fundamental level) or current residence.

But it’s not an I-hate-America criticism. He (and the great majority of us here) very clearly loves this country and its people and cares about it, but knows we have massive work to do and rails against a continuing history of injustice.

Modern progressive patriotism.

Pizza, not Italianate quiche. (Which is glorious for what it is, but…)

Skyscrapers, pizza.

Hey:

- yes, there will be years that suck and feel like losses. they’re still important.

- separate what you can control from out of reach insanity.

- thirty is about where it started to come together over here, but there was still work to do. quit fussing over arbitrary numbers.

- keep going.

Wishful thinking x casino mentality.

“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead Glonzo.”

They’re steaming it already so wrap it in a banana leaf with some ginger and scallions. Or some black pepper and thyme. Tons of zero-impact to beneficial options.

If you were writing a parody of a totalitarian takeover you’d edit this out of the first draft for being too obvious.

Wasn’t it like three pounds of fish a day?

Edelbrock does a supercharger kit for the first-gen cars that clears up every qualm I had about it. Still on the maybe list.

Comfort, support, beer?, try to get some good time this weekend.

Do the BRZ/GR86 count?

Freudian slip.

Can anyone tell me if this actually means anything?

Fair on that last part.

Hi, former Prelude owner.

I think there has always been a manifestation lapse with the Prelude - we so want it to be the lively sports coupe it should be but it never seems to have any spirit or intensity behind its rationality and diplomat-grade manners.

This one doesn't look to be any different.

If/when you get the chance: I couldn't afford it (not even close, still so) but just for the sake of it I tried on an Armani suit jacket once and it was like Oh, this is from someone who understands the human body and how to make it look and feel absolutely glorious. Both indulgent and transcendent.

Sii in pace, grande uomo.

This is an early one with the non-ABS suspension (ABS required geometry that didn't work with the offset of the Fuchs wheels) so if it's an oval dash it's either '85 1/2 or '86.

924 was in 1977. 944 was introduced in 1982 1/2 but 1983 was really the first year. Models with that front bumper were sold through MY1989, after which the S2 had the Turbo nose until the 968 for 1992.

Gold looks very mid-'80s. Red way more popular.

Yes, I'm one of those kind of people.

Ted Cruz, Man of the People, thinks you get Domino’s Pizza by going to the store and waiting in line, yes.

Oh my God.