recruiting for a financial disaster episode of SELF EXPOSURE looking for entertaining stories of near ruin....eating cat food...that sort of thing. DM if interested, or if you're Z.H. .

flurry of activity on this sinking ship. thank god for the outlet, really. nice to stretch out on an empty deck.

where can i get points for clocking -within seconds-that the teen witch actress is now on lioness? this level of skill must be worth a vitamix...maybe a chili's gift card? en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robyn_Liv…

I'm coming around to "public intellectual" as a self referential. I think it sounds douchey, but there's balls to the claim that are just absolutely shriveled under the "influencer" monniker. I wonder why it's not used more.

Watching A Serious Man on a rainy December afternoon. Dark at 4:13. It's hitting just right.

Dire Straits, that first album, really takes its time. good hot tub album.

This is the best thing I ever read on the toilet! I’m smiling too hard to focus on wiping. Putting the phone down now. Don’t worry, I’ll sanitize everything.

Me and the kids are very into Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency.

Pushy but well meaning Polish woman stopped by the store. Asked if I was on TikTok and when I said no, spent the next 30 mins showing me how it works. Trapped & annoyed, I silently dug my nail into the cashier’s desk. The mark will forever be known as the TikTok scar.

A Christmas Miracle! Z.H. and me are alone over christmas and recording a very special SELF EXPOSURE ....thinking of calling it 2 Jews 1 Cup...the cup of Christ, obvs :)

Somebody just said the store reminds them of a “living room where you discover new things” and it made me cringe to hear it but also feel secretly proud, like I’m a low rent Gwyneth Paltrow running a shady Goop.

I was extremely charming at the Job Center today

The greatest thing about autofiction is the radical act of admitting how debased you are in order to create a more honest collective record of a struggling humanity.

Still life with Carlos, new flea market art and TJ Larkey’s Venice.

Both versions are true and still nowhere near true enough.

Instead of Christmas, I watched Fantasmas with a bag of candied almonds.

We need a name already. It's almost 2025. Can we get this scene down in writing? Can we name it?

Looking for a temporary producer for SELF EXPOSURE. Paid work for someone with very basic audio editing skills. Inquire via DM asap 💙

wonder if there's any way to reprint my Bob's Big Boy piece from The Last Estate, which was a subtle ode to David Lynch....