This may turn out to be the absolute coolest thing I see all year. Not just these four in a single conversation, these four all talking WHEN they’re talking.

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Just noticing that the old pano of my office at Cutbank, it’s out of date—I’ve gone standing-desk. But there’s some Q&A there, still, that’s not here.

Anyway, to update, with TWO panoramics, as I can’t seem to spin slow/fast enough to do it with just one:

Yeah, I think I suck at keeping the phone at the same level/height. So it goes.

But that’s me standing over in the middle. Here’s what I usually see, rice bars and basket…

Just finished rereading my favorite book of 2016, Grady Hendrix’s My Best Friend’s Exorcism, and I realized I’m kind of getting a shelf together, of books I come back to again and again. Books I can’t stay away from. Books that just hold more and more magic for me, each time through. I’ve heard that’s one definition of ‘literary’: a text that will keep unfolding and unfolding, the longer you look into it. I’d also add …

And, there may even be some commentary about story:

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Just stashing these here so I can remember them:

[ other Trump-stuff on site, here: “The Day before the Earth Stood Still“, “Trump” ]…

We’re all holding our breath. For four years. But we’ll lose it a few times, I know, from shouting. We’re going to need a lot of shouting, and a lot of watching. Anyway, there’s hope, too. This is last night:

However, we can’t forget that this kind of thing is now happening as well:

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The Senate voted 51 to 48:
1. To end coverage for preexisting conditions, veterans benefits, and aid to rural hospitals.
2. To remove discriminati

Which is to say: where I write. Well, where I write when I’m writing in my study. Where I write when I’m writing in my office (on campus) is here.

But, this is home. The door of it, anyway:

And this is me standing in the middle of it all, trying to go as fast/slow as the arrow on my phone tells me. And, yes, there’s four five (just saw another) Waylon things in this pano:

And, yeah, I clipped off half of the comic book shelf. Oh well. Here’s some of what you couldn&…

Got me an early copy. Same bat-cover, same bat-words—but more of them: an essay-thing at the end, and a reader’s guide as well. And, I don’t have a scale this fine, but this book is light, man. Don’t tie your balloon to it and set on the bench beside you at the park, because the next time you look over, it’s gone. Anyway, official drop date is the 24th, here—no, I don’t know for sure when books started ‘dropping’ like albums—but this is

Walking through his own house at night, a twelve-year-old thinks he sees another person stepping through a doorway. Instead of the people who could be there, his mother or his brother, the figure reminds him of his long-gone father, who died mysteriously before his family left the reservation. When he follows it he discovers his house is bigger and deeper than he knew.

The house is the kind of wrong place where you can lose yourself and find things you’d rather not have. Over the …

To be filed under Things That Floor Me: that I’m still doing this, seven months later. I mean, that Mongrels is still getting passed around online like this. And? The trade’s out in . . . seventeen days now, I guess. With some cool post-scripty stuff at the end: essay/note _ reading guide fun.

Anyway, before getting to the pass-arounds, there’s all the pass-arounds that came before: