📌 Help with the sensory reboot of my apartment by shopping my wishlist, or help me read more books.

👋 The unsupported use case of a disordered, 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.

👀 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”, which in some sense is akin to viewing daily life given the above through the lens of Conservation of Resources theory.

🕛 Scrambling to figure out how my food spending got noticeably off track this month for the first time in a very long time; learning for certain where my physical and psychological resource limits are; trying to come to terms with the next medically-necessary bladder surgery; I’m addicted to Apple Pay and now leave home without any kind of wallet as much as possible; rediscovering sidewalk living; keeping up the daily (if meager by normative standards) 1.5-mile walk; waiting on a conversation between my doctor and my therapist in near-final preparation for a disability filing; 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 When Time Is Short by Timothy Beal and Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir; recently finished The Nineties by Chuck Klosterman and The Men by Sandra Newman; I’ve read fifty-five books out of this year’s goal of forty; and I’m back on Kindle after a few years on Kobo.

📺 This week I’m watching the new Quantum Leap, Andor, Stargirl, The Good Fight, Star Trek: Lower Decks, and She-Hulk: Attorney at Law; bingeing Project Blue Book; watching The End of Nye in the morning and then the latest season of Secrets of the Zoo: Down Under; and still sometimes thinking about how (the mostly Emmy-snubbed) Station Eleven was everything.

📽️ In recent weeks, I’ve seen Werner Herzog’s Fireball, Everything Everywhere All at Once (way crazier than Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness), and the dreadful Thor: Love and Thunder; and rewatched We Bought a Zoo, The Avengers, Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, the still nearly-perfect The Breakfast Club, and, again, the competence porn of The Martian.

💿 My rotation of late has been Billie Eilish, An Horse, Metric, Evalyn, and Jed Whedon and The Willing; I wish there were new releases from Ghost of Vroom and Sleepover; 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 Joy of Why, and For All Mankind: The Official Podcast, and intermittently to The Content Mines; anticipating new Star Trek: The Pod Directive in February; awaiting the next seasons of 1800 Seconds on Autism, and Technopolis; 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 being a team this year pretty much destined to go nowhere.

🍲 My current meals schema consists of a bowl of cold cereal and a box of raisins for breakfast (although I am considering a breakfast sandwich maker), except a weekly brunch out and a frozen breakfast sandwich on weekend days when I’m going to visit the goats; a can of turkey and wild rice soup for lunch, except when I have brunch out; and “homemade” fake-meat chili atop brown rice for dinner, except on brunch days when I have soup for dinner, and on weekends when I have “ReadyMeals” from Safeway.

🗞️ Every day I save selected items from email newsletters, RSS feeds, and Apple News articles to read on my Kindle or iPad; and you can subscribe directly to my Instapaper 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; send me an Amazon eGift card for Kindle purchases; or gift me some The Whole Bowl.

⚙️ 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 could go away at any time.