sandwiches rarely disappoint
grumblings from within
olá people,
i adopted a cat in november 2024 and another one at the beginning of june 2025. neither is very affectionate. i traveled for 4 days and when i got home they were more excited about going into the garage then seeing me. and they aren’t long lost soul mates or besties. they tolerate each other, barely. which is fine. unless all your social media content is all cats all the time (like mine). then you have a problem. all cat content is about very loving cats who want to be transported in baby carriers, ask for cuddles and snuggles, speak sweetly and quickly adapt to their new house members with love and joy. fuck me. I have totally normal cats, that are neither angry nor loving, neither funny nor weird. they are good looking and do their own thing.
does social media serve any purpose besides make us want what we don’t have?
other random thoughts:
if i could eat sandwiches all day, everyday day, i would. my husband could go the rest of his life without a sandwich, and eats beans and rice twice a day everyday. i’d rather be eating tofu on bread. i do believe that opposites attract…
my laptop is from 2014 and no longer gets OS updates. the same applies to me. i’ve started clicking on shady links. i can’t fix basic tech issues. Cloud, AGI, update, download, install, crypto, DOGE…i actually don’t understand any of it. i think i’m as obsolete as my laptop. i’m the equivalent of the grandparents we teased for not being able to turn on a cell phone. i wish i didn't have a cell phone.
we should all be reading print. a little bit, every day, bc it really does allow for deeper comprehension and better learning. buy some paper with words on it (a book?) and get these book darts. they are amazing incredible awesome and help me forget that my cats don’t care about me.
i just had a speculative nonfiction essay published in an online lit mag called JMWW. hubby created the accompanying artwork. i’d love if you read it but please note that it explores my biological dad’s suicide in depth and my resulting guilt.
i pay my bills with business writing and i use claude. it doesn’t generate something from nothing that’s better than my writing but it makes my writing much better. does that make sense? anyway, i’m close to replaceable. what should i do now that i’m about as useful as a 2014 laptop? i want to own a teeney-weeney used bookstore (so buy books damnit!), run a flash lit mag (that people without MFAs want to read and allows for collaboration with AI - bc let’s be honest, it’s here) and give workshops on writing love letters. i’m working on making these things happen but it’s slow going, maybe slower than the time i have before total substitution, but i’m still going to try. wish me luck.
recommendations:
see above book darts
Syll : the face & eye one. a bad ass friend created this company, formulated this product and brought it to market. i finally got my nickels and dimes together and bought it and love it. i have mature/oily/crepy/sensitive skin and it improved my texture in a day and didn’t make me break out. like what? amazing. not an ad, obviously, bc only like 20 peeps read this newsletter and no one is paying me to hawk products (plus i wouldn’t want to!) but if you care about effective products that are super thoughtful in design and execution, then this should be in your medicine cabinet.
bonus rec: my iron is normal but my ferritin hovers around 12-17. technically within normal ranges but ummm, no. my doc said the ideal is 70 but that’s very difficult for people who menstruate so she aims for 50 in her patients. i paid out of pocket for an expensive ass iron shot (with her prescription) and it changed my life! no joke. i still overeat and am overweight and my face is melting with the ravages of time and my teeth are yellow, so not like a total miracle, BUT i have so much more energy. It’s wild/wonderful. def check your ferritin levels if you haven’t.
that’s it for today. do me a favor, eat a very good sandwich and read a damn thing.
m