Greg Freed
@gregfreed.bsky.social
Therapist, writer, nobody's dad. Austin, TX.
Used DuoLingo a couple of years ago and it was a bad way to learn a language; started again recently and it's like a real-time Black Mirror episode/maybe something devised by Roko's Basilisk. Theory: the defining trait of the internet is that it is where things get worse faster than anywhere else.
March 31, 2025 at 4:45 AM
Used DuoLingo a couple of years ago and it was a bad way to learn a language; started again recently and it's like a real-time Black Mirror episode/maybe something devised by Roko's Basilisk. Theory: the defining trait of the internet is that it is where things get worse faster than anywhere else.
The "snapchatting you my war plans" thing takes me right back to that sweet, naive moment when we thought "grab 'em by the pussy" was going to rid us of this meddlesome priest. Let's not go back to hoping actions have consequences. It sucks too much when it turns out they don't, at all.
March 25, 2025 at 2:59 AM
The "snapchatting you my war plans" thing takes me right back to that sweet, naive moment when we thought "grab 'em by the pussy" was going to rid us of this meddlesome priest. Let's not go back to hoping actions have consequences. It sucks too much when it turns out they don't, at all.
Hm. So. I have been giving this thing a shot, commenting some, posting some. The idea was to feel engaged with some communities I'm interested in (writers, shrinks, Texans...) It is not really doing that, the same way Twitter didn't. It just feels like talking while other people talk. I might bail!
January 8, 2025 at 5:24 PM
Hm. So. I have been giving this thing a shot, commenting some, posting some. The idea was to feel engaged with some communities I'm interested in (writers, shrinks, Texans...) It is not really doing that, the same way Twitter didn't. It just feels like talking while other people talk. I might bail!
Social media is/are doing an interesting job of tearing apart my understanding of my own interest in culture. Things that look like casual conversations I would have about actors or films look really fucking stupid when I see them as posts some bot is sharing with ten million people.
January 6, 2025 at 7:24 PM
Social media is/are doing an interesting job of tearing apart my understanding of my own interest in culture. Things that look like casual conversations I would have about actors or films look really fucking stupid when I see them as posts some bot is sharing with ten million people.
Now I have finished Lost and can go back to just being confused by actual life.
January 6, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Now I have finished Lost and can go back to just being confused by actual life.
I don't retweet or whatever it's called here because it replicates the part of Twitter I found most gross and baffling, conversation as commodity and medium for instantly evaporating fame. If I made small talk IRL mostly by quoting people and shoving articles at people, who would want to talk to me?
January 2, 2025 at 1:34 PM
I don't retweet or whatever it's called here because it replicates the part of Twitter I found most gross and baffling, conversation as commodity and medium for instantly evaporating fame. If I made small talk IRL mostly by quoting people and shoving articles at people, who would want to talk to me?
There are certain books and movies where I can’t get past the title even if everyone loves them. Preistdaddy was one. Nightbitch is another. Maybe I just have some obscure phobia of compound words.
December 31, 2024 at 12:56 AM
There are certain books and movies where I can’t get past the title even if everyone loves them. Preistdaddy was one. Nightbitch is another. Maybe I just have some obscure phobia of compound words.
One of my happiest days as a Yid was discovering that "Elon" is not, as it had struck my ear, a Hebrew name.
December 28, 2024 at 2:43 PM
One of my happiest days as a Yid was discovering that "Elon" is not, as it had struck my ear, a Hebrew name.
Sometimes I hope I’ll drop dead at a Tex Mex place so friends and family will be able to say confidently “he was happy at the end” but I guess it would sort of suck for the staff and fellow diners.
December 26, 2024 at 6:37 PM
Sometimes I hope I’ll drop dead at a Tex Mex place so friends and family will be able to say confidently “he was happy at the end” but I guess it would sort of suck for the staff and fellow diners.
People are posting about Xmas music and in my duties as The Jew Who Secretly Likes Christmas Music, I should remind the 1.5 people reading that you can fit the lyrics to Liz Phair's "Flower" to (I'm sorry!) the best Xmas song, Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas is You."
December 18, 2024 at 1:31 PM
People are posting about Xmas music and in my duties as The Jew Who Secretly Likes Christmas Music, I should remind the 1.5 people reading that you can fit the lyrics to Liz Phair's "Flower" to (I'm sorry!) the best Xmas song, Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas is You."
Basically impossible to see this headline and not picture Big Bird in a board room, maybe smoking, saying "fuck you, you fucking fuck. No deal."
December 17, 2024 at 1:10 PM
Basically impossible to see this headline and not picture Big Bird in a board room, maybe smoking, saying "fuck you, you fucking fuck. No deal."
I didn’t quite mean to see a minimalist reboot of an ALW musical of a film I love featuring member of a band called, yes, the Pussycat Dolls and yet there I was and above all else I want to know who could possibly imagine Norma Desmond uttering the words “we taught the world new ways to dream.”
December 14, 2024 at 8:27 PM
I didn’t quite mean to see a minimalist reboot of an ALW musical of a film I love featuring member of a band called, yes, the Pussycat Dolls and yet there I was and above all else I want to know who could possibly imagine Norma Desmond uttering the words “we taught the world new ways to dream.”
Remembering at Smith/9th that you get a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty and also that one time at that view, a woman said to her grandkid in a Marge Simpson voice “she may be rusty, but she’s a great lady” and while I’m not much of a radical leftist, I have never hated my country in quite that way.
December 8, 2024 at 6:45 PM
Remembering at Smith/9th that you get a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty and also that one time at that view, a woman said to her grandkid in a Marge Simpson voice “she may be rusty, but she’s a great lady” and while I’m not much of a radical leftist, I have never hated my country in quite that way.
You know who probably hates his job? The conductor who gets dispatched to tell people “you are in the quiet car, where we maintain a library-like atmosphere.” I hope that guy knows that he is doing the lord’s work.
December 7, 2024 at 10:41 AM
You know who probably hates his job? The conductor who gets dispatched to tell people “you are in the quiet car, where we maintain a library-like atmosphere.” I hope that guy knows that he is doing the lord’s work.
O nameless joy, the Quiet Car! O nameful joy, but just not very audibly so. Quiet car, I cannot hold thee close enough.
December 7, 2024 at 10:28 AM
O nameless joy, the Quiet Car! O nameful joy, but just not very audibly so. Quiet car, I cannot hold thee close enough.
The great thing about The Maltese Falcon is it's so complicated it's essentially gibberish so you can leave it on and go make a cup of tea and you'll get back and everyone will still be fabulous and it will still be gibberish.
November 28, 2024 at 1:17 PM
The great thing about The Maltese Falcon is it's so complicated it's essentially gibberish so you can leave it on and go make a cup of tea and you'll get back and everyone will still be fabulous and it will still be gibberish.
"Goodbye, Henrik. I have angered the gods." (exit line of a character in a dream just now in which I was lamenting my love life w/ my high school best friend. In a way, I blame the clam chowder from Central Market, which was delicious, but did not agree with me. Sleep of chowder produces monsters.)
November 27, 2024 at 12:21 PM
"Goodbye, Henrik. I have angered the gods." (exit line of a character in a dream just now in which I was lamenting my love life w/ my high school best friend. In a way, I blame the clam chowder from Central Market, which was delicious, but did not agree with me. Sleep of chowder produces monsters.)
I wonder if anyone's made a "starter pack" of Austin Writers
(I found one of Kid Lit writers, which isn't me.) In All About Eve, when Eve says "champion to champion" Addison responds "you're stepping up in class" and I feel a bit like that when I call myself an Austin writer but I write. In Austin.
(I found one of Kid Lit writers, which isn't me.) In All About Eve, when Eve says "champion to champion" Addison responds "you're stepping up in class" and I feel a bit like that when I call myself an Austin writer but I write. In Austin.
November 27, 2024 at 2:08 AM
I wonder if anyone's made a "starter pack" of Austin Writers
(I found one of Kid Lit writers, which isn't me.) In All About Eve, when Eve says "champion to champion" Addison responds "you're stepping up in class" and I feel a bit like that when I call myself an Austin writer but I write. In Austin.
(I found one of Kid Lit writers, which isn't me.) In All About Eve, when Eve says "champion to champion" Addison responds "you're stepping up in class" and I feel a bit like that when I call myself an Austin writer but I write. In Austin.
so I unsubscribed from NYT in order to hide from the news for a decade or two but still habitually click over to it and it for some reason shows me several headlines in Spanish and sometimes things strike me as funny in Spanish that wouldn't in English and I do not know why exactly
November 21, 2024 at 1:33 PM
so I unsubscribed from NYT in order to hide from the news for a decade or two but still habitually click over to it and it for some reason shows me several headlines in Spanish and sometimes things strike me as funny in Spanish that wouldn't in English and I do not know why exactly
Not sure what I'm doing here. It wasn't the grand twitter exodus. I left twitter years ago because it was the worst. Probably adding: writers, people who talk about old movies, people who post pictures of their cats but not like ALL the time.
November 21, 2024 at 12:48 PM
Not sure what I'm doing here. It wasn't the grand twitter exodus. I left twitter years ago because it was the worst. Probably adding: writers, people who talk about old movies, people who post pictures of their cats but not like ALL the time.
Ok, then! Excited to see my second publication since deciding to give it a go earlier this year--another little basically-memoir piece--in @librelit.bsky.social
www.librelit.com/themagazine/...
www.librelit.com/themagazine/...
Greenfield or Greenwood — Libre
By: Greg Freed
www.librelit.com
November 15, 2024 at 8:29 PM
Ok, then! Excited to see my second publication since deciding to give it a go earlier this year--another little basically-memoir piece--in @librelit.bsky.social
www.librelit.com/themagazine/...
www.librelit.com/themagazine/...
A friend who isn't on here, Sarah Orman, wrote this terrific personal essay and I'm whatevering the....metaphorical...thing, the signal.
www.bridge-chicago.org/magazine/how...
www.bridge-chicago.org/magazine/how...
Bridge
In fifth grade, I was the new kid in school, an outsider, teased by other girls for my unusual height. It didn’t help when our class read the novel that won the Newbery Award that year: Sarah, Plain ...
www.bridge-chicago.org
November 15, 2024 at 1:20 PM
A friend who isn't on here, Sarah Orman, wrote this terrific personal essay and I'm whatevering the....metaphorical...thing, the signal.
www.bridge-chicago.org/magazine/how...
www.bridge-chicago.org/magazine/how...
This issue of Screen Door Review (Literary Voices of the Queer South) contains my first published work, flash semi-memoir if we're inventing genres. I am thrilled/slightly nervous to have it out where the potentially bludgeonous gaze of strangers may fall crunchily upon it.
www.screendoorreview.com
www.screendoorreview.com
Screen Door Review
Literary Voices of the Queer South
www.screendoorreview.com
November 14, 2024 at 8:44 PM
This issue of Screen Door Review (Literary Voices of the Queer South) contains my first published work, flash semi-memoir if we're inventing genres. I am thrilled/slightly nervous to have it out where the potentially bludgeonous gaze of strangers may fall crunchily upon it.
www.screendoorreview.com
www.screendoorreview.com
Once upon a time, or really several times, I was on Twitter, and hated everything about it.
October 6, 2024 at 3:58 AM
Once upon a time, or really several times, I was on Twitter, and hated everything about it.