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 take my mind off waiting to find out if the sarcoidosis extends beyond my lymphatic system by buying me some books, the cheapest way to make life suck less, or some other stuff, a more expensive way to make life suck less.
- 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.
- Experiencing abnormally-frequent depressed mood events the last week or two; one of my doctors echoed the biopsy results suggesting sarcoidosis, and I have an additional CT scan next week to see if it extends beyond my lymphatic system; I might have sort of mostly gotten the RSS hack working here; got through my biopsy experience okay; hoping to manage until earlyish December for my cat to see the vet about some sudden behavioral changes, and hoping to be able to afford it; filed a disability discrimination complaint against Safeway with the state of Oregon over removing the ability to mute the self-checkout registers; 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 sort of waiting on next steps, one of which apparently is having been unexpectedly referred by my doctor for a neuropsychological evaluation; got my flu and Covid shots; trying to come to terms with the next medically-necessary bladder surgery; 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 An Immense World by Ed Yong and Gamechanger by L. X. Beckett; recently finished The Dawn of Everything by David Graeber and David Wengrow and The Genesis of Misery by Neon Yang; I’ve read sixty-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 Leverage: Redemption, Stargirl, Criminal Minds: Evolution, Star Trek: Prodigy, Slow Horses, Mythic Quest, and The Peripheral; watching Super/Natural in the morning; making my way through The Good Wife; rewatching Grimm in sync with the new podcast; getting ready for a couple months of HBO Max for the new season of Doom Patrol; desperately needing to find more watchable things to fill all the empty time I don’t have the resources to fill with anything else; and still sometimes thinking about how (the mostly Emmy-snubbed) Station Eleven was everything.
- In recent weeks, I’ve seen No Time to Die, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Nope, Vesper, and Good Night Oppy; rewatched High Fidelity, Cradle Will Rock but in black-and-white, Logan but in black-and-white, Casino Royale, Quantum of Solace, The Cabin in the Woods but in black-and-white, Skyfall but in black-and-white, Coherence but in black-and-white, and The Martian; and I’m maybe preparing to rewatch The Lord of the Rings movies and watch The Hobbit movies, although I’m not feeling it.
- My rotation of late has been Billie Eilish, An Horse, Metric, Evalyn, Sleepover, and the Station Eleven soundtrack; I wish there were new releases from Ghost of Vroom and the aforementioned 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 Grimmcast (not the one about horror punk, death rock, and psychobilly), and intermittently to The Content Mines and Quanta Science 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; 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 (from upstate New York, no less), I’m just patiently waiting around for next season, which had better include Xander Bogaerts.
- I’m simplifying my meals down to buttered brown rice, raisins, and sliced almonds for breakfast, excepting a rare brunch or cheap bar breakfast out; and buttered brown rice, soy grounds, broccoli, corn, and sliced almonds for lunch and dinner, excepting pork chops, broccoli, and potatoes for dinner on weekends.
- 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, 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.
- You can send me electronic mail, shoot me a text message, read my blog posts, browse my photo stream, or shop for a disgruntled t-shirt.
- 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; closing quotes (mostly) are taken from a similar widget on one of my very first websites; the current look is based upon the omg.lol Special theme; and the experimental RSS feed is working again, at least for some feed readers.