I’m All Lost In, #123: Tom’s 100 book recommendations; my poem about a historic letter; and my new blue glasses.
I still believe in seizing the historical dialectic as an action figure in the material world.
I’m All Lost In, #122: A cyberpunk classic; a directorial debut; and garbage TV.
I’m still waiting for Seattle to activate its alleys.
I’m All Lost In, #121: High octane octaves; more on elevators; and city enjambment.
Introducing this octave is akin to sliding the brightness filter all the way up on an Instagram photo.
I’m All Lost In, #120: Elevators as transit infrastructure; the NYT’s latest Trump failure; Doo-wop reels; and a fortnight of Australian Open nights.
I was reading a book by the light of my iPhone. The couple next to me was quietly doing origami.
I’m All Lost In, #119: Apartment accoutrements; subway synechdoce; and the #12 bus.
It’s a very new wave notion that the artificial article would be more authentic than the original. But indeed: The grandchildren of 1980s synth pop have it down to a science.
I’m All Lost In, #118: Private Symbolism; Protest Urbanism; Coffee Oriented Development.
Reimagined as rebar for resistance.
I’m All Lost In, #117: The NYT loses the plot; congestion pricing wins; and I’m still on vacation.
If you’ll allow me, I’d like to become that wild-eyed social critic from the famous scene in Network for just a second.
I’m All Lost In, #116: If Orpheus had a hit single in 1958; the antisemitic lady in the hotel lobby; the International Tennis Hall of Fame.
Robin Luke’s echo-drenched vocal pleads: “I stood a-cryin' all night long/I stood a-cryin' all night long/Cryin' and wishin' you'd come back to me…” You get the idea.
I’m All Lost In, #115: Aries Spears on reels; Paisley Rekdal on poetry; live jazz in Seattle.
How a poem works as opposed to what it means…
I’m All Lost In, #114: The Rob Reiner moment; her favorite horse aloft among space stations; predict and propitiate.
Now that A.I. is venturing beyond data consumption into incorporating “streams of video and spatial data…”
I’m All Lost In, #113: a Sprawl tax; an inciting octave; a book on Alcaraz and Sinner.
I flagged these lines as a potential epigraph.
I’m All Lost In, #112: Drum boogie; space music; and electric blues.
The drop-down menu path that led me to the first rock & roll song of all time starts with Barbara Stanwyck.
I’m All Lost In, #111: A counterculture weekly becomes a defining American paper; a failed Thanksgiving recipe becomes a masterpiece; a prescient poem about A.I.
Not only does Rich identify luscious existential nausea as a human tell…
I’m All Lost In, #110: A new blue suit at Men’s Wearhouse; free transit in Iowa City; and Simit at Trader Joe’s.
The most remarkable innovation in Mesopotamian civilization is urbanism.
I’m All Lost In, #109: The tea shop upstairs; implausible names; Sweetgreen.
I couldn’t be more excited about the advent of the Katie Wilson Liberal Activist Layer.
I’m All Lost In, #108: Katie in Seattle; Saby in Riyadh; Vegan burrito on Olive Way.
It lacked the upset-in-the-making foreshadowing we in the masses were craving.
I’m All Lost In, #107: Katie Wilson for mayor; Out of the Closet for men’s shirts; “mood” for “vibe.”
In addition to the bargain $9 price tag …
I’m All Lost In, #106: The KEXP coffeeshop; the normie protests; the enshittification.
He’s describing a hackers economy of William Gibson inspired cyber cowboys.
I’m All Lost In, #105: Fauré; NyQuil; Rock and Roll All Nite (and RIP Diane Keaton).
Acetaminophen has long been one of my favorite words.