📌 Read the long, lost “The Philosophy of Interference and the Persistence of Vision”, now with a new coda written just for the occasion.

👋 The unsupported use case of a disordered, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with added global pandemic, climate crisis, and escalated tensions between nuclear powers.

👀 I was born on October 25 in upstate New York, use he/him pronouns primarily by default, have lived in St. Johns, Oregon, and environs for twenty-five years, and have been online since a dialup gopher server in 1993; and I am a straight, celibate, aromantic, agnostic, introverted, middle-aged, cisgender white guy of Italian, Lithuanian, and Polish descent.

🧠 I’m impaired by autism spectrum, generalized anxiety, obsessive-compulsive, sensory processing, persistent adjustment, and developmental coordination disorders; aphantasia and severely deficient autobiographical memory; and something my therapist and I refer to as “complex chronic stress”.

🕛 Mostly succeeding in resuming the daily walk although I suspect my maximum possible effort is not enough exercise for weight loss; cobbled a toggle between light and dark modes, including tab bar color; the living room furniture refresh mostly is done as the old love seat and coffee table have been hauled away; still waiting for Xfinity to fix a gateway problem they erroneously claim to have fixed, and Chime to fix an eBay problem; waiting on a conversation between my doctor and my therapist; hoping to find a way to get both fatigue and sensory processing issues into my medical record; boggling at this Liz Climo cartoon because nine years ago someone did exactly that to one of The Belmont Goats, right down to the color; awaiting a post-bladder-surgery followup exam in mid-September; realizing that my coping capacity is degenerating; and still being struck repeatedly by the ugly irony that of recent years 2020 for me was the easiest.

📚 I’m reading Bitter by Akwaeke Emezi and The Viral Underclass by Steven W. Thrasher (pausing Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake again); recently finished Kid Wolf and Kraken Boy by Sam J. Miller and Internet for the People by Ben Tarnoff; I’ve read thirty-five books out of this year’s goal of forty; and due to mounting Kobo problems with Overdrive, I might be looking to move back to Kindle with the latest Paperwhite.

📺 This week I’m watching Evil, I Am Groot, The Resort, and For All Mankind; pausing the resumed Farscape (re)watch because it’s not yet returned to Prime Video as claimed, so I’ve resumed the questionable Earth: Final Conflict rewatch and maybe starting a Warehouse 13 rewatch; rewatching the old 1990s X-Men cartoon; maybe getting to season two of Beau Sejour by doing a trial week of Topic; watching Man, Woman, Dog in the morning; and still sometimes thinking about how (the mostly Emmy-snubbed) Station Eleven was everything.

📽️ In recent weeks, I’ve seen Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Downton Abbey: A New Era, Woman in Motion, and (finally) Werner Herzog’s Fireball; rewatched Space Sweepers and We Bought a Zoo.

🎧 My rotation of late has been An Horse, Metric, The High Violets, Evalyn, and suddenly old-school PJ Harvey; and I wish there were new releases from Ghost of Vroom and Sleepover.

🎙️ I’m listening regularly to Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me!, The Joy of Why, and For All Mankind: The Official Podcast, and intermittently to The Content Mines; awaiting the next seasons of 1800 Seconds on Autism, Technopolis, and Star Trek: The Pod Directive; still missing Social Distance; and also still missing the sheer creative joy of Station Eleven: The Podcast.

⚾ As a born-and-raised Red Sox fan, I’m catching games as often as possible thanks to T-Mobile providing MLB.TV, despite the absolute cluster of trading Christian Vazquez, and a team that hasn’t felt like one since before the All-Star break.

🍲 My current meals schema consists of a bowl of cold cereal for breakfast, except a weekly brunch out; a can of turkey and wild rice soup for lunch, except the occasional macaroni-and-cheese; and “homemade” fake-meat chili atop brown rice for dinner.

🗞️ Every day I save selected items from email newsletters, RSS feeds, and Apple News articles to read on my Kobo or iPad; and you can subscribe directly to my Pocket feed or follow on Tumblr if you want to see what I’ve been reading.

🐈 Since late 2014, I’ve lived with a gray-and-white, domestic shorthair cat named Meru (for the protagonist in Matt Kindt’s Mind MGMT), who thinks my singing is the sound of distress and on Friday afternoons insists that I pay attention to her instead of my therapist; recently I lost to degenerative illness a dilute calico, domestic shorthair named Willow.

📜 You might or might not know me from such former projects as The Myra Stein Underground Press, Stop S314, The Millennium Cafe, Portland Communique, Small Pieces: The Gang Blog, Can’t Stop the Serenity, and The Belmont Goats; or from the cruft-free presentation of Mark Twain’s The War Prayer I’ve been hosting online for twenty years.

🗣️ Rolling Stone emphasized my “long black eyelashes”, “face that sees very little sun”, and “quick wit”; Mike Doughty said that Soul Coughing was “playing it all” for me; Bruce Sterling referred to me as a “punk”; a Portland public relations professional called me a “sissy”; and a now-disgraced pop culture icon told people not to worship false versions of me.

💸 You can hit me up on Apple Cash, Cash App, Chime ($Bix-Frankonis), PayPal, or Venmo; shop my IKEA registry or Amazon wishlist; gift me Flickr Pro; or send me a Kobo eGift.

⚙️ This site was inspired by /now pages and is updated by hand at least once every week and served to you over the web by Carrd; this domain is named for my Belly-inspired, mid-90s, first-ever internet handle; the current look is based upon Spearhead; and you can subscribe to updates via RSS, although this is experimental and in fact appears to have broken during the latest site redesign.