Κατακτηση

Η στιγμή στην οποία αυτός ο σκλάβος απο το Πουέρτο Ρίκο (Bad Bunny) περιγράφει την πραγματικότητα πιο επιδραστικά κ αξιακα φορτισμένα όσο λίγοι στο πιο δημοφιλές σανίδι του πλανήτη (half time superbowl 2026) είναι μια στιγμή αληθινής γιορτής!

Σηματοδοτεί το όλοι ξέρουν οτι όλοι ξερουν.

Πιο απλά απο όλους το περιέγραψε ο τραμπ μόλις αντιστραφει η ανάρτηση του.

Πολλά αρχίδια και αδάμαστη θηλυκότητα.

The most beautiful part of me is the version on her way somewhere. That's how I really like myself. In those in between moments. Fresh from the shower, hair still wet, half dressed, in the quiet art of becoming. That's when beauty is evident. That’s the side of me I feel most tender toward: the raw me. That's when I feel the most beautiful. As if any addition, or make up, or layer, was really only made for the illiterate. But I don't believe that's how a woman builds herself. Because a woman is a mystery, and only to a few, those granted with such grace, it is given the chance to know her.

/feb26

Rangers vs Dodgers

My main game today will be an MLB Spring Training Game between the Texas Rangers and the Los Angele Dodgers. The game has a scheduled start time of 2:05 PM CST, but I'm already pulling the radio feed from 105.3 The Fan – Dallas to catch any pregame coverage before the radio call of the game starts. Go Rangers!

And the adventure continues.

“Eu ia falar que só sinto sua falta na madrugada

mas seria uma mentira muito mal contada

eu penso em você toda hora

da hora do sol se pôr até o amanhecer

eu só queria conseguir te esquecer

mentira

eu só queria poder te ver, te ter, te olhar, te abraçar, poder te amar

eu sinto sua falta toda hora, todo dia, todo milésimo

as vezes eu me deito pra te esquecer

mas você acaba aparecendo nos meus sonhos sem querer

ninguém nunca vai ocupar o seu lugar

você faz falta no meu coração

eu queria que fosse mais fácil te deixar pra trás

mas a cada passo que eu dou, eu te quero mais

eu não quero te esquecer, eu não queria parar de falar com você

eu não quero te perder

e eu sei que você me ama

igual eu amo você

e eu sei que você tenta me esquecer

no fundo a gente sabe que era pra ser

no fundo a gente sabe que um dia eu ainda vou me casar com você

e não importa quanto tempo demore pra te rever…’’

Ps: Desculpa a demora.

Do seu garoto atrasado,

Nathan

21 February 2026

Really good recently:

Traktor—EP (1995) Bill Wells & Maher Shalal Hash Baz—Osaka Bridge (2006) Dadamah—This Is Not a Dream (1995) Caroline Shaw/Attacca Quartet—Orange (2019)

19 February 2026

Re-reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man right now in small increments before I go to sleep each night. About halfway through right now. I think the rugged realism of Joyce's language and the malleability of Stephen's conscience is having a particular (but ineffable) effect on my dreams. Last night I had one in which I walked through a kind of clearing and reached a beach. From the sky to the ground, half of the beach was covered in shadow and the other half in blindingly bright light. In the light some people played volleyball, and in the shadow my father was sitting in a black hoodie with his back to me. I walked over to him, helped him up, and together we walked into the light to join the game.