Ten Things, 2023-07
Here are ten things.
- It's Pisces Season, y'all. Time to feel those big feelings. Also, it means my birthday is coming up very soon. Do with this information what you will.
- Happy belated Valentine's Day, love is not mind-reading. (via Austin Kleon)
- I stumbled upon an April 2020 article in Nieman Storyboard about Derrick Goold, a baseball beat writer for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch who writes one postcard a day, every day, to family and friends. What a wonderful idea this is.
- The great Adam Neely on the so-called Nintendo-fication of jazz, the future of the jazz canon, and the video game music scene.
- You know who's a great fucking rock band? Pup. I caught up with The Unraveling of PUPTHEBAND, and guess what, it totally rips. Totally would have made my top albums of 2022 list had I heard it in time for list season.
- Bailey Freeman, whose nom de plume is Foolish Baseball, got his main YouTube account hacked by Tesla dweebs. He has gotten it back, but has taken a hit in terms of subscriber count. If you're even in the ballpark of being as baseball fan (yes, I wrote that on purpose), I can't recommend this channel enough.
- Secret Base's Kofie Yeboah on the sorry state of Mario sports games.
- Some solid life advice from Pajiba's Kayleigh Donaldson: “Stop Romanticizing the Hays Code, You Ahistorical Dorks!”
- My friend Andy has taken the Ten Things ball and run with it: here's the first edition of the So-So Ocho.
- Yesterday, Montreal lit mag Yolk held one of their “pop-up poetry” events (you give me a prompt and ~15 minutes, I give you a custom poem), and I was lucky enough to be behind one of the typewriters, hammering out verse for passersby. Here's a small sample:
I hope to hear your smile like sun rise on your face My heart's inside your pocket— in its resting place Felt from a distance conversation can erase