Reuven Perlman
@reuvenperlman.bsky.social
The inevitable product of biology and circumstance, an unthinking thing
Catch me shouting and murmuring about the end of all things in this week's New Yorker:
www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...
www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...
How Other Things End
With apologies to T. S. Eliot, clocking the dénouement of your kid’s bedtime ritual, the energy-drink craze, and your career, to name a few.
www.newyorker.com
September 16, 2025 at 1:38 AM
Catch me shouting and murmuring about the end of all things in this week's New Yorker:
www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...
www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...
Reposted by Reuven Perlman
Blurb drop for my new book. I love all these people so much 💕 2/2
May 13, 2025 at 5:28 PM
Blurb drop for my new book. I love all these people so much 💕 2/2
Instagram: follow your favorite artists, comedians and thinkers!
Me: wow, and then I'll see their content in my feed?
Instagram: no
Me: wow, and then I'll see their content in my feed?
Instagram: no
February 27, 2025 at 6:45 PM
Instagram: follow your favorite artists, comedians and thinkers!
Me: wow, and then I'll see their content in my feed?
Instagram: no
Me: wow, and then I'll see their content in my feed?
Instagram: no
ME: I'm clinically depressed
DR: maybe watching Pagliacci the clown will cure you?
ME: what the fuck are you talking about
DR: maybe watching Pagliacci the clown will cure you?
ME: what the fuck are you talking about
January 21, 2025 at 6:11 PM
ME: I'm clinically depressed
DR: maybe watching Pagliacci the clown will cure you?
ME: what the fuck are you talking about
DR: maybe watching Pagliacci the clown will cure you?
ME: what the fuck are you talking about
You're in her DMs. I'm a loose mass of particles in constant exchange with my environment, not distinct from the universe, but an aspect of it. We are the same.
January 14, 2025 at 5:08 PM
You're in her DMs. I'm a loose mass of particles in constant exchange with my environment, not distinct from the universe, but an aspect of it. We are the same.
Tolkien: Goblins are vile, monstrous things
Me: cool
Tolkien: pure evil, and also they're great at improvising songs
Me: wait what
Tolkien: yeah they're always making up little expository tunes and singing them in perfect unison
Me:
Tolkien: "Clack! Flack! We eat a snack!" shit like that
Me: cool
Tolkien: pure evil, and also they're great at improvising songs
Me: wait what
Tolkien: yeah they're always making up little expository tunes and singing them in perfect unison
Me:
Tolkien: "Clack! Flack! We eat a snack!" shit like that
December 13, 2024 at 8:20 PM
Tolkien: Goblins are vile, monstrous things
Me: cool
Tolkien: pure evil, and also they're great at improvising songs
Me: wait what
Tolkien: yeah they're always making up little expository tunes and singing them in perfect unison
Me:
Tolkien: "Clack! Flack! We eat a snack!" shit like that
Me: cool
Tolkien: pure evil, and also they're great at improvising songs
Me: wait what
Tolkien: yeah they're always making up little expository tunes and singing them in perfect unison
Me:
Tolkien: "Clack! Flack! We eat a snack!" shit like that
Reposted by Reuven Perlman
Props to @reuvenperlman.bsky.social for another hilarious(ly depressing) piece in The New Yorker. www.newyorker.com/humor/shouts...
Ad for the Human Body
The human body is built for glory. For triumph. For experiencing sudden, inexplicable knee pain when you walk up stairs too fast.
www.newyorker.com
December 6, 2024 at 8:06 PM
Props to @reuvenperlman.bsky.social for another hilarious(ly depressing) piece in The New Yorker. www.newyorker.com/humor/shouts...
Reposted by Reuven Perlman
The human body is built for glory. For triumph. For experiencing sudden, inexplicable knee pain when you walk up stairs too fast. In New Yorker Humor, an ad for the human body.
Ad for the Human Body
The human body is built for glory. For triumph. For experiencing sudden, inexplicable knee pain when you walk up stairs too fast.
www.newyorker.com
December 5, 2024 at 5:02 PM
The human body is built for glory. For triumph. For experiencing sudden, inexplicable knee pain when you walk up stairs too fast. In New Yorker Humor, an ad for the human body.
The human body is an absolute nightmare, get yours today.
My latest for The New Yorker:
www.newyorker.com/humor/shouts...
My latest for The New Yorker:
www.newyorker.com/humor/shouts...
Ad for the Human Body
The human body is built for glory. For triumph. For experiencing sudden, inexplicable knee pain when you walk up stairs too fast.
www.newyorker.com
December 5, 2024 at 1:41 PM
The human body is an absolute nightmare, get yours today.
My latest for The New Yorker:
www.newyorker.com/humor/shouts...
My latest for The New Yorker:
www.newyorker.com/humor/shouts...