the new pretty committee #14

bushwick(ish) boy(ish) and broccoli financial. 9/15/24

quote of the week

“indie artists face a tough choice as roblox offers exposure without pay”

-janica bunales, indie artists face a tough choice as roblox offers exposure without pay

musings

this is a systematic scoring of how bushwick i am, as determined by a tik tok my lover sent me about going on dates with people from bushwick. the audio is in italics, followed by my commentary.

so what are you into?

• hanging out at maria hernandez park - guys parks will never not be elite especially in a capitalist society that aggresively commoditizes space. verdict: ME

• foreign films - i was once told the sexiest thing about me is that i don’t know anything about movies so, no. verdict: NOT ME

• clairo - i liked flaming hot cheetos? verdict: ISH ME

• getting coffee at nook - fuck nook, ugly little place. verdict: NOT ME.

• studying anti-capitalist literature and philosophy - ok i got got here, i suppose. verdict: ME

  

  man who cares about meet me at trans pecos when broccoli financial is steady streaming out the best bushwick memes to ever exist. put them in the moma.

what kind of music are you into?

• synthy hyperpop - i mean, yeah, but not as much as i used to. verdict: ME

• deep anarchist ballooncore - eh, anarchists generally make good music but i don’t know what ballooncore is and i dislike clowns. verdict: NOT ME

• techno music - sure. verdict: ME

• that my friend produces - i will always support my friends’ music! verdict: ME

• i can get you into basement for my set - can’t promise this. verdict: NOT ME

  

  too good

and what do you do for a living?

• i’m an expiremtal glass blowing - nope. verdict: NOT ME

• vocal artist - big nope. verdict: NOT ME

• exploring transverse knitwear - sounds cool but not me. verdict: NOT ME

• with dimensional spaces in poetry - this seems redundant to me since what is poetry without space and what is space without dimension. i don’t know how to evaluate this but i do write poetry. verdict: ISH ME

• have you subscribed to my substack yet? - ok, guilty again, guilty again. verdict: ME.

final bushwick score: 7/15

mostly saved by the fact i have a real actual job. <3

okay, now one more broccoli financial.

what i’m listening to

• ethiopiques vol. 1 - 30

  • specifically i am enjoying all the different variations upon tezeta, as it seems that each ethiopian artists feels completely compelled to do it

• summertime blues - zach bryan

• my hype machine feed

• cupid deleuxe - blood orange

• “payin dues” - big moe

spotify

last.fm

what i’m reading

• difference and repetition - gilles deleuze

• ficciones - borges

• hegel: a reinterpretation - walter kaufman

• the child - kiersti a shomsvold

• in concrete - anne garetta

goodreads

what i liked this week

• the aftermath of going to the beach on saturday where i felt absolutely blessed and sunkissed and largely invincible for a few moments

  

• being a regular at you know where

• returning to office in person and actually being able to get things done

• the arduous bittersweet process of attempting to learn how to learn to have no plans and not spiral into malaise

• writing letters

• writing things that will never see the light of day but that i may return to later

• the many successes of my friend

• michigan won!!

• showing my friend v the wonder of craigslist classifieds they are truly a treasure of treasures

a poem by me

slaying the sun

sunshine, only kiss me insofar as it brightens
my loving face for my lover. a daliance for
any other reason will turn me nocturnal.
because i am in love and warm with it
and they are in love and they see my creases
clearer in the darkest night than any other in midday.