Roz

@rozmilner.bsky.social

Transfemme Guy Davenport // As seen in the Toronto Star, Lambda Literary, Broken Pencil, Full Stop, The Bulwark, the Ex-Puritan, Liberal Currents, and elsewhere // your dad’s fave books/jazz writer

Ralsei, the goat boy (????) from deltaruna

Me getting hit in the chest and going “ouch my tits” and then in crotch and going “ack my balls”. It’s a tribute to webcomic of yore Venus Envy which idk whatever happened to the artist

Roz is being hypothesized and saying she likes soccer, I mean, futball

V

So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate—but there is no competition—
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

"It means," Kelp amplified, "the com-
puter's only as smart as what you tell it. If you give it wrong information, it'll give
you wrong information back."
"I'm beginning to see," Dortmunder said. "This is a machine that doesn't know any- thing until I tell it something, and if I tell
it wrong it believes me."

Foreword
by Tom Wolfe
Come with me back to the I99os:and the Silicon Valley:::and the Internet euphoria:..:and the two w.w.w. saintly-souls who first prophesied the coming of the World Wide
Web:....:

The NHL's Minnesota North Stars refused to move into Target Center upon its opening due
to conflicting soft drink rights

Roz in a comedy bang bang shirt and a black vest

Me looking at an eaten banana and going really while a customer makes a guilty
Face

$Updike wasn't one of those lazy recliners who failed to reciproc-ate. A giver as well as a receiver, he was an avid snorkellist. "The faint taste of your cunt in my mouth has become the most precious thing in the universe. Pages later, 'I thirst for your cunt. To Martha: 'Your fantasy of having some of my sperm to lace your tea makes me wish I was all cock... instead of being only a tiny fraction cock.' But Martha, my dear, 'You, in truth, are all cunt - your mouth is a cunt and your eyes invite me in and your whole being is as rosy if not as wrinkled as your very wonderful cunt.' 'You must help me look for your clitoris sometime, he urges.$