The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
In the wake of my open letter to my new primary physician in part to explain the ways in which I need to process things and in part to express my concerns and fears regarding the instructions to try to push more exercise in the midst of the still-undiagnosed fatigue question, I note Jesse Meadows’ recent newsletter about fatigue.
I’ve been doing some loose catching up here and there as I try to reincorporate other people’s blogs into my daily reading regimen (I’d stepped away from that a few months ago, I assume during the several month break I took from blogging itself), and I wanted to say a couple of things about Manu’s thoughts on identity from about a month back.
Where the growth of the firm could be said to be in some sense in the interest of many workers in the "Golden Age" of the Global North, today the growth—or more so the profitability—of the firm is an integral part of the same circuit which also internalizes the further immiseration, exhaustion, alienation, or disenfranchisement of those same workers and communities.
Rachel wrote about her name, and I don’t have too much to say on this subject since I’ve already done so, but there’s one part I wanted to single out, when she mentions that your sign name isn’t something you get to choose yourself but is given after you are “at least somewhat acquainted with the person who’s giving the name”.
I’m having a heated argument with someone over politics and authoritarianism, and he reaches down to break the power cord off a nearby heating pad and starts beating and whipping me with it. Suddenly it’s later and I’m before the media explaining what happened and it ruins his career.
Jacob Roy at Over the Monster had some pointed advice for the management and ownership of the Boston Red Sox. This was back in January but for some reason the post showed up today in the site’s RSS feed. Not sure what’s up with that.
And with that, the blog is relaunched on 11ty, deployed to Netlify, and redesigned via Nyssa. Internal backlinks at long last have returned thanks to Andrew Ward, but search hasn’t yet as I’m still trying to understand PageFind, and there’s no dark mode because I’m still getting around to that.
One and a half weeks ago on February 19, I posted here an open letter to my new primary care physician which I also sent to them through Kaiser’s somehow antiquated messaging system. There was a response the next day, but in my overall and general dysregulation and intermittent depression over a gout flare, I didn’t have the wherewithal to read it, until today.
This is just to followup a bit on Monday’s appointment, a common thing I need to do because the sensory, social, and anxiety pressures of a realtime conversation in a small room isn’t a dance my autistic brain is especially adept at due to all the balls you need to keep in the air at all times. Task switching (because multitasking is a lie) is a drain.
There’s no reason anyone needs to be on just one Twitter-like social media platform, but for me splitting my attention was problematic. In the end, nearly all of the people, and the types of people, who made Twitter valuable or enjoyable for me have landed on Bluesky, so that’s where I’ve been spending my social media time.