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Peanuts, June 9, 1952
− "I can wade grief" by Emily Dickinson
& they say romance is dead
Hello my podcast crew is doing a charity stream for the Brigid Alliance / abortion access! Pay money and stop my friend Danni from leveling up so he has to beat all of Dark Souls 3 at level 1. also if we hit 13k i am obligated to do an LP of thomas the tank engine: the wonders of sodor
the dream unfolds
The Book of Life (Hal Hartley, 1998)
they just put the dead flag blues by godspeed you! black emperor on kidz bop 54
and the playground is all muddy with a thousand lovely water slides
i open up my lunch box. and it's full of snacks.
the Leather Archives & Museum here in chicago is remodeling and they posted a pic of some of their bathroom graffiti before they presumably tear it down/paint over it and
Please pray that the Lord restores my Gindr chats!
A listening session turned rowdy as some Oaklanders scolded the state highway agency over its proposal to allow big rigs on the freeway.
A project years in the works, the I-580 Truck Access Study is actually a collection of studies that will measure traffic patterns, air quality, and noise impacts, and conduct a racial equity assessment, all to help the state determine whether to lift the decades-long ban on semi-trucks on the highway. The latter part of the study might be the most significant, since revoking the ban is being considered because trucking on other Oakland freeways has negatively affected the health of the mainly low-income, mostly Black, brown, and Asian communities they pass through. Pollution from the I-880 Nimitz freeway, in particular, has been found to cause short- and long-term health complications for local residents, while communities next to the I-580 have lived in a cleaner environment. “ West Oakland is one of the most impacted communities in California,” said Cameron Oakes, the state’s deputy district director of transportation. “Their diesel exhaust exposure is in the 95th percentile for the whole state. They also have some of the highest asthma rates in the state.” The Caltrans officer said that East Oakland, which the I-880 also passes through, likewise has some of the “highest diesel pollution in the state and also is suffering from some of the highest asthma rates in the state,” with 20% of that diesel pollution coming from trucks. [...] Air regulators for the state have found that living within 500 feet of a highway can lead to higher rates of cancer, asthma, poor lung function, and even premature births. Some environmental experts have said that pollution can be harmful for those who live up to 1,000 feet from a highway.
On the one hand: yes West Oakland is a choking toxic pit. Yes this is a clear case of geographic racial inequity where old white people at the meeting are literally saying "not in my backyard" (slightly complicated by the fact that 580 is traditionally the dividing line between the poor Oakland flatlands and the wealthy hills, which means half the people potentially impacted by this live on the poor side)
That said! There's something really perverse (and Californian?) about the state highway agency formally acknowledging a study that says highways are noxious evil things that hurt and kill everyone involuntarily exposed to them, but only in a specific context where they want to use it to justify adding more truck traffic. That's crazy to me
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i really love this genre of image
The best part of that video is that the owner found the ORIGINAL plush later on the beach and took another video with it after their grandmother stitched it back up
I love the death grip after the toy was fixed up. Lessons were learned. Try to steal it this time you fucking bird. I dare you.
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but im out of my head when you’re not around…
happy birthday.
materialist-scumbag
on Kristen Stewart — no peg, just thinking about a career
So the thing about Kristen Stewart that gets obscured by the Twilight cloud — and the cloud is enormous, the way the cloud is for any actress who happens to be standing in the right place when a franchise lands on her — is that she had already shot Panic Room with David Fincher when she was eleven years old, playing Jodie Foster's diabetic daughter trapped in a Manhattan townhouse with three home invaders. Fincher rewrote and reshot that movie to within an inch of its life in 2001 because the production was a disaster (Nicole Kidman dropped out with a knee injury halfway through, Foster came in as a replacement, the daughter got recast around Foster's schedule), and the whole disaster of that production was where Stewart's actual film education happened.
She was working with Fincher in the kind of mode Fincher works in — sixty takes, no improvisation, hit the mark with a millimeter of tolerance — at an age when most actors who eventually become "serious" haven't yet had their first acting lesson.
The standard reading of her career has the Twilight phase as the formative one — the awkward teenage starlet thrust into globalist sex-symbol territory before she knew what to do with it — and the post-Twilight phase as the recovery, the long careful re-establishment of artistic credibility through the festival circuit. But the festival circuit is where she was raised. Into the Wild was Sean Penn in 2007, she's seventeen, playing the underage girl at the hippie camp in Slab City — Penn at his most Penn-ish, an actor's director, the kind of set where the whole production is improvised around what's actually happening between the actors that day.
Adventureland, 2009, Greg Mottola — that's the year Twilight came out, and she had spent the four years before Twilight working in a particular kind of American independent ecosystem that no longer really exists.
Which is the part that's actually historically interesting.
The American indie ecosystem of 2003 to 2008 — the late-Miramax / Searchlight / Focus-Features moment, the moment when there were still actual theatrical revenue streams for five-million-dollar character-driven dramas because there were still adult moviegoers who would pay eleven dollars to see them — produced a particular kind of working teen actor. You needed to be a real actor (the budgets couldn't support the make-her-look-good machinery the studios used to put around their juvenile leads), the parts demanded interiority because the material wasn't being supported by spectacle, and the productions were short and lean enough that you could shoot three of them between school years.
Stewart did exactly this. She was a Sundance kid before she was a Volturi kid.
The pre-Twilight filmography is genuinely strange when you look at it now — Jumper, Speak (the YA rape-drama where she basically carries the movie at fourteen), the Joan Jett biopic she filmed when she was eighteen for Floria Sigismondi, a music-video director making her first feature — and it sketches the shape of a career that was going one place when, in 2008, Summit Entertainment changed the entire vector.
(Summit is the great unwritten case study in production economics of the 2000s. Founded in 1991, mostly a distribution shop, restructured as a financing-and-distribution outfit in 2007 by Patrick Wachsberger and Rob Friedman after they raised a chunk of capital. Paramount had had the Twilight rights and dropped them in 2007 because nobody at Paramount could figure out how to make a vampire movie for under eighty million that wasn't an action picture. Summit picked them up cheap, hired Catherine Hardwicke — a production designer turned director who'd done Thirteen and Lords of Dogtown — to make the first film for thirty-seven million, and then watched it gross four hundred million worldwide.)
The next part is where it gets structurally interesting.
Summit got bought by Lionsgate in 2012 for around four hundred and twelve million dollars, and the Twilight money is functionally what paid for the Hunger Games infrastructure. Stewart and Pattinson were the actual engine of what became the entire 2010s YA cinematic economy. Without them, there is no franchise; without the franchise there is no Lionsgate-as-major-studio; without Lionsgate-as-major-studio there is no Hunger Games. The whole edifice rested on two kids in their late teens and early twenties whose actual film educations had been in completely different ecosystems.
The recovery vehicle, in any case, was French.
Specifically Olivier Assayas — French, sixty at the time, came out of Cahiers du Cinéma in the eighties — who cast her in Clouds of Sils Maria in 2014 as Juliette Binoche's personal assistant. The film is essentially a chamber piece, two actresses running lines in a Swiss chalet, with a film-within-the-film about generational displacement. She won the César for Best Supporting Actress in 2015, the first American woman ever to win one. Assayas then cast her again in Personal Shopper in 2016 — solo lead this time, a medium working as a personal shopper in Paris, the whole movie essentially a single performance — and the whole thing established her in a European auteur orbit that the American industry didn't really know how to read.
Because the American industry was still trying to read her through the franchise lens. They wanted her to be either the franchise girl who'd grown up and was now doing serious work (acceptable narrative arc), or the franchise girl who'd flamed out and was now slumming in festival films (also acceptable). The actual situation — that the franchise had been the detour and the festival films were the destination — required a different shape of career story that the trade press doesn't really know how to write.
(There's a separate piece to write about Assayas specifically as a director who has been doing this kind of work for thirty years — Irma Vep, Demonlover, Carlos, Non-Fiction — and who has a real recurring interest in the texture of celebrity, the actor's labor, the gap between the performance and the person performing. He keeps casting English-speaking stars in French-language productions because he understands something about international stardom that American directors mostly don't, which is that the star is a separate material substance from the actor and that the films are made out of the substance, not the person.)
Spencer, 2021, Pablo Larraín — that's the consolidation.
Larraín is Chilean, makes movies about famous women trapped in symbolic systems (Jackie, Spencer, Maria), and the part is constructed entirely around the actor's ability to hold the screen in close-up while a system grinds her down. Stewart got the Oscar nomination, lost to Jessica Chastain (Tammy Faye Bakker, which — okay), and the nomination itself was a kind of institutional grace note. The Academy was acknowledging not the performance specifically but the fact that the career had legibly arrived at a place where she could be nominated for that kind of role.
Which is itself a status award American actresses spend the entire second decade of their careers angling for.
Now think about who else has tried this transition and where they've ended up. The post-franchise pivot from YA-juggernaut lead to festival-circuit serious actor is one of the genuinely difficult moves in contemporary Hollywood, and most attempts at it fail. Bella Thorne went one direction. Vanessa Hudgens went another. Daniel Radcliffe has done a slightly different version of it through theater and weird-indie (Swiss Army Man, Guns Akimbo, the Weird Al biopic). Emma Watson essentially stopped acting and went into advocacy work.
Robert Pattinson did almost exactly what Stewart did — Cosmopolis with Cronenberg in 2012, then Good Time, then The Lighthouse, then Tenet, then The Batman — and the parallelism between his career and Stewart's is one of those rhymes history occasionally produces when two people get extracted from the same machinery at the same moment.
What you're really watching, when you watch the Stewart career, is the slow institutional digestion of a particular kind of franchise stardom that didn't exist before Twilight and won't exist again in the same form. The streaming economy has rearranged everything. There are no more Twilights now — Hunger Games kind of worked, Divergent didn't, the Fifty Shades thing was a different machine entirely, and the YA franchise as a theatrical category has essentially disappeared, absorbed into Netflix limited series and HBO Max original films and the fragmented attention economy of the late twenty-tens and twenty-twenties.
Twilight was the last theatrical YA franchise that mattered, and the careers it produced are now historical artifacts of a market structure that no longer exists.
(Look at the gross numbers. The Twilight films together did about three point four billion dollars theatrical worldwide. The five films were released between 2008 and 2012. The infrastructure was built on the assumption that you could open a YA-romance franchise picture against young women for eighty to a hundred and twenty million and reliably make four hundred million back. That assumption has not held since around 2016. Anything resembling this category now goes straight to streaming. Stewart's career happened on the trailing edge of a market that closed behind her.)
The marriage-to-Dylan-Meyer-and-coming-out story is a different essay, and one I'm less interested in writing, because the coming-out arc has been so thoroughly assimilated into the celebrity-media template that it's hard to say anything about it that isn't either condescending or fawning. What I'll say is that the timing maps almost exactly onto her loss of franchise utility — the studio publicity machinery doesn't require a marketable heterosexual romance from her anymore because she's not selling franchise tickets to fourteen-year-old girls, and the festival-auteur ecosystem doesn't require it because that ecosystem is at least half-staffed by people for whom the question never made sense in the first place.
The market structure changed and the publicity persona changed with it.
She directed her first film in 2025 — The Chronology of Water, adapted from Lidia Yuknavitch's memoir, Imogen Poots in the lead. Cannes premiere, mixed-to-positive reception, the kind of festival debut that earns you a second movie if you want one.
Penn directed Into the Wild and put her in it when she was sixteen. Sigismondi directed The Runaways and put her in it when she was eighteen. Hardwicke directed Twilight at thirty-eight when Stewart was seventeen. The directors who shaped her were, very consistently, first- or second-feature directors working at the edges of the system, often coming out of music video or photography or production design, often women, often working on small budgets with limited time.
She has now joined them. She is directing her first feature at thirty-five, in roughly the same career position they were in when they directed her.
Whether that counts as completion or recursion is a different question than the one anyone is asking.
when the house goes up in flames no one emerges triumphantly from it when the scum begins to circle the drain everybody’s gotta love a winner