👋 This is the internet homepage of Bix Frankonis. The unsupported use case of a disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with added global pandemic, climate crisis, incipient fascism, increased tensions between nuclear powers, and forthcoming uphill battle for disability. 📭️ ✍️

📌 Help me cover the upcoming (in March) $40 renewal for this domain via Apple Cash, Cash App, Chime ($Bix-Frankonis), PayPal, or Venmo.

👀 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, antifascist, 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”, which in some sense is akin to viewing daily life given the above through the lens of conservation of resources theory and arguably equates to the persistent adjustment disorder.

🕛 Wondering if I can budget for a set of the Loop Experience before I have to go see another Marvel movie this month; I’ve made my first-ever appearance on the App Store; getting put in touch with the robotic surgery people to discuss my next, not yet scheduled bladder surgery; made my pulmonary function test and refractive eye exam appointments; jettisoning yet another attempt at social media after my mental state collapsed; bracing for the end of supplemental SNAP allotments; my lymphatic and pulmonary (but not also ocular) sarcoidosis has been called “mild”; slowly working on the blog restoration project; my resources cliff mostly has spiked my daily exercise walk, much to my frustration; now that my doctor and my therapist finally had a pre-disability filing conversation, I’m hoping to find a way to get both fatigue and sensory processing issues into my medical record; realizing that my coping capacity has degenerated; and still being struck repeatedly by the ugly irony that of recent years 2020 for me was the easiest.

📚 I’m reading Pirate Enlightenment by David Graeber and Dealbreaker by L. X. Beckett; recently finished Atlas of AI by Kate Crawford and These Lifeless Things by Premee Mohamed; and I’ve read eight books out of this year’s goal of fifty.

📺 This week I’m watching Quantum Leap, Marvel Studios: Assembled, Poker Face (“You’re fucking talc!”), Criminal Minds: Evolution, and Shrinking; checking out the Chinese adaptation of The Three-Body Problem; making my way through The Good Wife; rewatching iZombie; weekly rewatching Grimm in sync with the new podcast; in the mornings I’m searching for a daily nature or science show to watch, except for a weekly episode of the existential crisis that is Our Universe; and still sometimes thinking about how Station Eleven was everything.

🍿 In recent weeks, I’ve seen The Batman, Cosmos, John Wick 3, Kimi, The Fallout, Last Night in Soho, Tenet, Cashback, Monsters, A Cat In Paris, Forever’s End, and How I Live Now; rewatched the perfect Cloverfield; and I’ve started going through my watchlist in chronological order, doing hopefully one movie each day.

🎧 My rotation of late has been Metric, An Horse, Ghost of Vroom, Evalyn, Sleepover, and the Station Eleven soundtrack; and I've been using Lofi Girl playlists when reading or tinkering with web stuff.

📻 I’m listening regularly to Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me!, The Grimmcast (not the one about horror punk, death rock, and psychobilly), and Quanta Science Podcast; starting in on Wakanda Forever: The Official Black Panther Podcast; anticipating new Star Trek: The Pod Directive in February; awaiting the next seasons of 1800 Seconds on Autism, Technopolis, and The Joy of Why; and still missing Social Distance.

⚾️ As a born-and-raised Red Sox fan (from upstate New York, no less), I’m just patiently waiting around for next season, although it doesn’t look great.

🍲 I’m becoming sick of food because of the physical, psychological, and financial resources it requires; I’m down to cold cereal for breakfast, excepting a rare brunch or cheap bar breakfast out; sandwiches for lunch; and whole grain pasta, soy grounds, and porcini and black truffle arrabbiata sauce for dinner.

🗞️ Every day I save selected items from email newsletters, RSS feeds, and Apple News articles to read on my Kindle or iPad (I wish I could follow newsletters via RSS but still reply via email); and you can subscribe directly to my Instapaper feed via RSS or browse on the web 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, The Hail Juan, 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.

💡 I believe that cynicism is but frustrated optimism, resulting only from first believing that people are capable of better and then all too often being proved wrong, and that this is why the small, everyday courtesies matter.

💸 You can hit me up on Apple Cash, Cash App, Chime ($Bix-Frankonis), PayPal, or Venmo; or shop my IKEA registry or Amazon wishlist or Kindle wishlist.

⚙️ 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 OMG.LOL; this domain is named for my Belly-inspired, mid-90s, first-ever internet handle; the randomized closing quotes (mostly) are taken from a similar widget on one of my very first websites; and the experimental RSS feed might be working again.