Nick Gunz
@ndgunz.bsky.social
Also, don't forget the Kiwis!
October 31, 2025 at 9:18 PM
Also, don't forget the Kiwis!
One of the great things is it is still a really inexpensive performance space. It's not a venue interested in resting on its laurels; it's still supporting up and coming artists as well as the broader community.
October 31, 2025 at 9:18 PM
One of the great things is it is still a really inexpensive performance space. It's not a venue interested in resting on its laurels; it's still supporting up and coming artists as well as the broader community.
The Tranzac Club was a huge part of the folk revival movement. Julie's older relatives, folkies all, used to go there to see many subsequently famous acts. Now, admittedly this was a little bit later than the hippie era. I don't know what it was doing 67-73. But it's still a vibrant continuation.
October 31, 2025 at 7:55 PM
The Tranzac Club was a huge part of the folk revival movement. Julie's older relatives, folkies all, used to go there to see many subsequently famous acts. Now, admittedly this was a little bit later than the hippie era. I don't know what it was doing 67-73. But it's still a vibrant continuation.
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He coughs a disappointed bray
To urge that we be on our way.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of restless dunes o’er man’s display.
The moving hand of fate will treat
Both kings’ and beggars’ lives as cheap
So hurry now, for soon you sleep
So hurry now, for soon you sleep.
(2/2)
To urge that we be on our way.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of restless dunes o’er man’s display.
The moving hand of fate will treat
Both kings’ and beggars’ lives as cheap
So hurry now, for soon you sleep
So hurry now, for soon you sleep.
(2/2)
October 31, 2025 at 1:20 AM
He coughs a disappointed bray
To urge that we be on our way.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of restless dunes o’er man’s display.
The moving hand of fate will treat
Both kings’ and beggars’ lives as cheap
So hurry now, for soon you sleep
So hurry now, for soon you sleep.
(2/2)
To urge that we be on our way.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of restless dunes o’er man’s display.
The moving hand of fate will treat
Both kings’ and beggars’ lives as cheap
So hurry now, for soon you sleep
So hurry now, for soon you sleep.
(2/2)
Isn't it fun when that happens?
October 31, 2025 at 3:23 PM
Isn't it fun when that happens?
I can't emphasise enough how incredibly sharp this knife was. Sometimes a boat will overturn, or you fall in or something, and you are trapped underwater with ropes tangled around your legs. You need to be able to cut them away without looking.
October 31, 2025 at 2:01 PM
I can't emphasise enough how incredibly sharp this knife was. Sometimes a boat will overturn, or you fall in or something, and you are trapped underwater with ropes tangled around your legs. You need to be able to cut them away without looking.
Undoing knots (usually when they are jammed tight) and forcing open the strands of a rope (so you can splice it). It's a useful, general purpose tool for working with a lot of things that one finds on a boat.
October 31, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Undoing knots (usually when they are jammed tight) and forcing open the strands of a rope (so you can splice it). It's a useful, general purpose tool for working with a lot of things that one finds on a boat.
"Any weapons; any knives?", he asks me, half smiling, as he looks pityingly at my exceptionally dweeby work uniform.
And then his eyes go wide as, into his box, _ker-thunk_, goes my large, razor sharp work/safety knife with its marlinspike that could skewer a cow.
And then his eyes go wide as, into his box, _ker-thunk_, goes my large, razor sharp work/safety knife with its marlinspike that could skewer a cow.
October 31, 2025 at 6:30 AM
"Any weapons; any knives?", he asks me, half smiling, as he looks pityingly at my exceptionally dweeby work uniform.
And then his eyes go wide as, into his box, _ker-thunk_, goes my large, razor sharp work/safety knife with its marlinspike that could skewer a cow.
And then his eyes go wide as, into his box, _ker-thunk_, goes my large, razor sharp work/safety knife with its marlinspike that could skewer a cow.
The only time I ever went there, I was meeting friends after coming off shift from my summer job as a dockmaster.
"Any weapons; any knives?" asks the bouncer, holding out a box to all the goths in their black leather and chrome spikes.
...
"Any weapons; any knives?" asks the bouncer, holding out a box to all the goths in their black leather and chrome spikes.
...
October 31, 2025 at 6:27 AM
The only time I ever went there, I was meeting friends after coming off shift from my summer job as a dockmaster.
"Any weapons; any knives?" asks the bouncer, holding out a box to all the goths in their black leather and chrome spikes.
...
"Any weapons; any knives?" asks the bouncer, holding out a box to all the goths in their black leather and chrome spikes.
...
This format flattens context - we all get that. Please reflect how this (no doubt abbreviated) comment might be read as permission-giving by somebody considering self-harm. I understand that this nuanced issue can't be summed up in a single sentence. It might be best to remove and reword. Respect.
October 21, 2025 at 2:35 AM
This format flattens context - we all get that. Please reflect how this (no doubt abbreviated) comment might be read as permission-giving by somebody considering self-harm. I understand that this nuanced issue can't be summed up in a single sentence. It might be best to remove and reword. Respect.
Many people have already mentioned Kafka, but I think his example is useful in a different way. He wanted his works destroyed because he was (almost certainly) clinically depressed. We aren't obliged to participate in the self-annihilation of a genius.
October 20, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Many people have already mentioned Kafka, but I think his example is useful in a different way. He wanted his works destroyed because he was (almost certainly) clinically depressed. We aren't obliged to participate in the self-annihilation of a genius.