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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with climate crisis, rising fascism, increasing disability, eventual poverty, and inevitable death.

Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)

Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.

I’ve not felt calm in ages like I felt just now out on my tiny front landing, in the chair, reading about neurodiversity on the Kobo, noise cancelling AirPods active, with a travel mug of tea. I continue to be not capable of saying enough about the chair, to the point where I now want to find a living room loveseat effectively built to the same height and with the same seating angle. It perfectly supports my back, and the sitting position yields no restlessness in my legs. Internet, do you thing: find me such a loveseat.

Addenda

  1. Someone is going to suggest a futon, due to the angle, but I’ve never seen or experienced a futon as low as this, or as comfortable as this; I’d need to roughly replicate the depth of the seat itself to approach what the chair does.

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