logging off for the month of April to finish my book proposal ✌️

lots of people on here talking hypothetically about buying cormac McCarthy’s desk, not enough people trying to figure out if his shirt would be a good fit bonhams.com/auction/30376/…

oh okay

Would Boeing murder a whistleblower? Before this month I'd have said it depends. I didn't think Boeing would kill a middle manager who never worked on the 737 Max & left in 2017.

What surprised me was how many more informed observers felt Boeing...might
prospect.org/infrastructure…

When Brittney J. Miller and I started reporting on Iowa’s sky-high cancer rate, we decided one part needed to focus on the research about ag chemicals and cancer. thegazette.com/agriculture/ca…

Gary Indiana on personal essays

I owe an editor a small piece of writing today, so naturally I’ve been debating a friend about which states are the most interesting for thirty minutes now

no one will ever convince me that aspiring to Joan didion’s kitchen jar style is not cool

all of the kitchen gadgets - air fryers, pressure cookers, sous vide, torches - don’t matter because what we really need are commercial grade salamanders available for home cooks

Them: Atlanta doesn’t go hard anymore

Me: Here’s a guy driving down the Connector holding a snake out the window

Pure and total delight! A perfect letter!

Does everyone know Terrence Malick made an IMAX nature documentary with CGI dinosaurs and a narrator that whispers questions like “what is nature?” over massive landscape shots? It rules, highly rec

summoning the ghost of Joan Didion to commission her essay on military industrial complex sxsw

Joshua Tree

Larry Gagosian says he avoids self-reflection, because self-reflection is how you lose your edge.

getting an mfa and submitting to slush piles are the two most boring parts of being a writer and it’s all you dorks talk about on here

needs a title but would probably do well in an undergrad poetry workshop

I wrote an essay for Literary Hub about an emerging (?) genre (?) of nonfiction—I call it “autojournalism”—which “marries the inward-looking gaze of autofiction with the outward-looking task of journalism.”

Is it self-absorbed? Or is it just more honest?

lithub.com/the-crooked-ti…

cured unlaid eggs, sichuan sausage, pickled long hots, shanxi noodles