Weekly Round-up, April 4, 2026

Pear Tree bud, early spring.

It’s been another crazy week for work. I hit fifty hours mid-afternoon yesterday, and have to put in a few more today. This will be my life until June, if not later. The one bright spot is that I might not need to work on Easter Sunday.

The ongoing idiocy in the Middle East, perpetrated by the Epstein class in the USA and Israel and other various bootlicks and sycophants, continues to take its toll on people not in the Epstein class. Many of whom voted for the Epstein-in-chief, Donald Trump. So the toll has smackings and lashings of the karmic, even if the karma isn’t evenly or equitably distributed.

Reading

I managed to read some poetry here and there, most of it either the daily newsletters I receive in my email, or the contents of one of the issues of Big Scream I picked up last week. This is what is keepign me sane.

Writing

Late last week I transcribed a few poems from an old journal. Some of them were not terrible.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Language, Undead
Setting: Ship
Genre: Solarpunk

Listening

Bruce Springsteen, “Born in the U.S.A.” from Springsteen’s 1984 album of the same name.

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