You Are Uncursed
Sports entertainment existentialism.
Been a long stretch of “it feels crazy out there,” in ways that are increasingly difficult to articulate.
I am partial to these guys: 🥴😵💫🫠.
When it comes to language’s inability to meet our present moment, closest I can get to verbalizing my feelings towards the New York Knicks’ first Finals appearance since 1999 — off a winning streak that is “literally the most dominating 11-game run in the history of the NBA, regardless of playoffs or regular season” — is roughly AGKSDGKJHSDFKJHDSJKFHGKJ.
It’s the sort of thing that makes grown men write headlines like ALL THE PAIN WAS WORTH IT while seriously considering the role of pro wrestler Danhausen’s role in cursing / uncursing the (once perennially disappointing) franchise.
That might seem over the top, but it’s on brand; I have definitely yelled “KILLING SELF POSTPONED” at the buzzer of a close one, and “NEED TO SEE THE BODY” while Tyler Kolek gets looks in the closing minutes of these recent blowouts.
Blowouts! What is happening?!?
“Since 1999” is a span of time that encompasses my entire adulthood and all its respective ups and downs, wins and losses, etc (not like anything particularly auspicious is happening in my life at the moment lol). Could get more reflective but I’m just glad we are trauma bonded sharing a positive collective experience for the first time in quite a while.
Even in a time of increasingly brain-stabby daily indignations…
Anything is possible.
You are uncursed!
Rivers Cuomo, randum cuverz — this guy loves a data dump. Palm-muted MJ is the highlight of a voicenote batch upload from alt-rock’s most confounding auteur, chuggin away on the couch like the rest of us.
The Field, Now You Exist (wait for it…)
Martyn, Music For Existing (badump bump)
Towa Bird, “Dog” (go watch Love Lies Bleeding)
Drop Nineteens, “Winona” (1992)
French Montana & Max B, Wave Gods 2: Cosmos Brothers (if u are equally hype for “Killaz Theme” and “Eyes Without A Face” samples we are friends)
Trevor Paglen on art and AI— I’m spent on “discourse” (mi scusi, Leo) but at least these recent takes from the brain behind I Could Tell You But Then You Would Have to be Destroyed by Me attempt to provoke thought outside of any YAY/NAY binary. New book looks interesting too.
1991 MTV Cereal Commercials: Mr. Military, Mr. Death, Mr. Calamari
We Bought An Orchestra (new generational wealth brain damage unlocked)
Inside The Shaolin Monastery That Helped Build Victor Wembanyama
Speed Snow Leopard Plushie Keychain (open this pit up, but make it kawaii)