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Bix Frankonis

👋 The unsupported use case of a disordered*, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with added global pandemic, climate crisis, and escalated tensions between nuclear powers.

👀 I was born on October 25, use he/him pronouns, and live in St. Johns, Oregon.


📺 This week I’m watching The Masked Singer, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds; making my way through Outer Range and Undone; watching Secrets of the Zoo season five in the mornings; continuing a complete 24 rewatch; watching 12 Monkeys, which I’d originally abandoned halfway through; catching Red Sox games as often as I can; still thinking about how Station Eleven was everything; and adjusting easily to having cut the cord.

🍲 My current meals scheme includes a regression to a bowl of cold cereal for breakfast, except a weekly brunch out; turkey or maybe ham but sometimes toast beef, provolone or maybe baby Swiss, olive oil mayonnaise or maybe spicy brown mustard, and iceberg or butter lettuce on sourdough or maybe rye but sometimes English muffin toasting bread for lunch; and vegetable beef soup for dinner, except beef stew on weekends.

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🕛 Already ending yet another Mastodon attempt, having crumbled under the cognitive disturbance of trying to use even a non-algorithmic social feed; finished consolidating Flickr accounts onto my original one that goes back to 2005; recovering somewhat from the shame and guilt of having had to put to sleep my ailing cat, Willow; procrastinating on scheduling an appointment for intermittent back pain, because I haven’t had the spoons; getting dyspraxia put on my list of ongoing conditions by my doctor, despite no Kaiser specialist being knowledgable enough to give me an effectively-synonymous adult DCD diagnosis; still being struck repeatedly by the ugly irony that of recent years 2020 for me was the easiest; really needing my fatigue to be tied officially to one diagnosis or another, as a five-block walk followed by an hour sitting and reading and a return walk should not wipe me out; and still feeling the weight of this pressing down over every single moment of my life.📚 I’m reading Akata Woman by Nnedi Okorafor and Survival of the City by Edward Glaeser and David Cutler, pausing The Void Ascendant by Premee Mohamed because the Okorafor became available again; recently finished The Quarantine Atlas by Laura Bliss and The Girl with the Magic Hands by Nnedi Okorafor; and have a long list of ebooks to buy or borrow, a short one of books I’ve in hand to read next, and even one of books to consider (using Literal only because Oku, whose user experience I vastly prefer, currently has a much poorer database of books and doesn’t let you add titles).📽️ In recent weeks, I’ve rewatched the great Starfish and Star Trek: The Motion Picture (although technically the director’s edition, which I’d never seen, and technically its glorious new restoration from Paramount+); and seen the gets-worse-every-five-minutes The Protégé, Free Guy, the weirdly-prophetic and pre-pandemic The Pink Cloud, Four Days in October, the not just bad but artlessly bad Moonfall, and Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (just my second time in a theater since the pandemic began); and were Netflix not out of my current streaming rotation, I’d be self-care rewatching Space Sweepers; and I’ve a film diary going back to last year.🎧 My need for music waxes and wanes, but my rotation of late has included An Horse (mainly rediscovering their fantastic Rearrange Beds), 50FootWave, Throwing Muses, early 10,000 Maniacs, Ghost of Vroom, early Cowboy Junkies, Evalyn, Sleepover, Billie Eilish, and the Station Eleven score.🎙️ I’m listening regularly to Wait Wait…Don’t Tell Me! and intermittently to The Content Mines; awaiting the next seasons of 1800 Seconds on Autism, Technopolis, Star Trek: The Pod Directive, and For All Mankind: The Official Podcast; still missing Social Distance; and already missing Station Eleven: The Podcast.🗞️ Every day I save selected items from newsletters, RSS feeds, and Apple News to read on my Kobo; you can subscribe directly to my Pocket feed if you want to see what I’ve been reading.📜 You might or might not know me from such former projects as The Myra Stein Underground Press, Stop S314, The Millennium Cafe, Portland Communique, 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, shop for either a disgruntled t-shirt or a cool lemur, or read my asocial explainer.💸 You can hit me up on Apple Cash, Cash App, Chime ($Bix-Frankonis), PayPal, and Venmo; shop my Amazon Wishlist; gift me Flickr Pro; or send me a Kobo eGift (“just” around $400 for all currently-released books, or $65 for four internet-related nonfiction reads).*Autism spectrum, generalized anxiety, obsessive-compulsive, sensory processing, adjustment, and developmental coordination; plus aphantasia and severely deficient autobiographical memory.


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