Changes Forthcoming

As I was putting together my year in reading, it occurred to me just how long I’ve had this thing going, how much I’ve more or less written at it. It’s not necessary a valuable amount of work, but it is certainly non-zero. It’s certainly has volume and something like a history. There are certainly even a few things I’m even probably proud of. And I think I would like to do more things that I am maybe proud of.

My "intention" for this year is, I think, pretty much the same as last year: something to the effect of "process over performance," by which I mean practice over outcome, by which I mean focus on the doing of the thing instead of what it may or may not get me, or produce, or become. I think my written intentions were a bit different, but functionally that’s what I was focusing on doing last year, which, as mentioned, was a weird year for a lot of different reasons and in a lot of different ways. What good things came out of last year, however, came by virtue of a practice, of focusing on the process, because to be honest, many of the outcomes — the "performances" — I had last year were not what I was hoping for (with the obvious exception of Two Page, of course).

A big piece of process is, of course, practice, and as another means of practice I’d like to publish here more consistently, at least for a little while, at least while it’s still fun and productive. I mean to practice the writing itself, of course, but also practice finishing things, practice the performance of work itself, like a comic or a musician doing open mics; this blog is not entirely unlike a personal open mic, although — to belabor the metaphor — I do not currently have any means of knowing whether anyone is listening or not, as I’ve not had analytics on this site for years now. And so I may indeed re-introduce some analytics — though only ethical ones, I assure you. (Mostly I need to figure out if it’s cheaper to host my own or pay one of the "ethical" Google alternatives.) There is an "ROI" element to this, sure, but I also think it would just be good to know. Heartening, in a way. Even if, as I very much suspect, it will only serve to confirm that I am indeed shouting into a void. Which: no matter. It is, after all, a practice.

But because I want to do that I may eventually add some "features" to help the blog pay for itself a little better. There will not be ads, almost certainly ever. Or paid posts. Or any of that kind of annoying shit. (A benefit of having no reader data means that I would not be able to sell any ads anyway, were I ever tempted.) I will probably turn on the Bookshop.org affiliate stuff again if I ever figure out a way to do that somewhat more cleverly (i.e., programmatically). I like Bookshop.org and feel good about that kind of thing. I may also try some other things, but we’ll just have to see. I’m committed to keeping this a static site, though, and that does come with certain (I think positive) constraints. I may abandon Jekyll, though I did finally get a Docker container set up because I somehow broke the Ruby management in asdf, and I’m hesitantly excited about the rv project. Regardless, I am pretty sure that I have no interest in writing a newsletter, and I have a lot of strong opinions (that I should write up as blog posts…) about things like Medium and Substack anyway (though Ghost does look kind of good and ethical and whatever; I think https://escapecollective.com/[Escape Collective uses it, and I love Escape Collective).

In any case — 

What will this new "practice" consist of, aside from more regular posts? Mostly it will consist in work toward other goals, which for now I am going to keep to myself, thank-you-very-much. But it will at least consist of more books, more bullshit, and probably more bikes, too, once the weather improves (or I discover that I have something interesting to say about riding indoors, which: maybe). I know too that I want to try and work out some ideas I have about writing, and specifically about writing "on a computer" (though in a very weird turn of events, most of this post was actually drafted long-hand, which: a topic!). I’d also like to document more of the work I’m doing on my side projects, e.g., asciidocr and one or two other things I’m not quite ready to make public yet.

All of this means, too, that I will probably redesign the site again. If nothing else, I need to add a code highlighter, because the code examples in various programming posts are, at the time of writing, not nearly as legible as you’d want them to be.

This is all to say that changes — hopefully positive ones, if positive only fro myself — are forthcoming, and I hope to make this a place worth checking in on (or at least subscribing via RSS, may it live forever and always).

Cheers.

2025: Another Year in Reading

Weird year.

I read a lot of books that were recommended to me, a few on loan from friends, many on loan from the library. I read multiple books by the same author a couple different times (Nathalie Sarraute, Beverley Nichols, I thought there was one more but I guess not), which I don’t typically do (except for M.F.K. Fisher, I suppose, whose books I’m running out of). I did a fair bit of rereading, looking back. Some of that was for book club, some of that was to feel close to some former friends and mentors. I read books by new friends, whether they realize they are now my friend or not (Utopians in Love, Good Grief, Hammer Head, The Theme Park of Women’s Bodies), and old (All the Wasted Beauty of the World, The Squimbop Condition). Two of which I then proceeded to do interviews about (here and forthcoming in minor literature[s] in, I think, February). The end of the year included some arty not-quite-self-help not-quite-actual-business-advice books because I needed audiobooks to listen to while cleaning the house for holiday hosting. The book club selections this year were excellent. I didn’t read as much poetry as maybe I’d want to read but looking back I did read a reasonable amount. The only "big book" I read was That Awful Mess on the Via Merulana, but that feels fine, because after having it on my shelves for well over a decade, I finally read Fiction and Metaphysics cover to cover. There were some "wordless novels" in there, though I still have the big Lynd Ward book from the library that I want to finish. There were some other very non-characteristic books in here, some of which were wonderful and others less so. I read a couple cycling books. I was delighted to snag a copy of Coover’s The Grand Hotels at Brattle St. Books and read it (I am always on the look out for Burning Deck books). I read a lot of books about art.

I read less than last year but also a lot, and I tried some new genres and things, and our town’s new library is set to open mid-January. I think I’m maybe happiest about having read so many books by new and old friends.

And so the year in reading:

  1. The Third Lie by Ágota Kristóf

  2. Quartet by Jean Rhys

  3. The Use of Speech by Nathalie Sarraute

  4. Monad + Monadnock by Karen Donovan

  5. Gretel and the Great War by Adam Ehrlich Sachs

  6. The Age of Suspicion by Nathalie Sarraute

  7. The Woman Destroyed by Simone de Beauvoir

  8. Utopians in Love by Bob Sykora

  9. Boulder by Eva Baltasar, trans. Julia Sanches

  10. How Music Works by David Byrne

  11. The House by Jane Unrue

  12. The Gastronomical Me by MFK Fisher

  13. Slaying the Badger by Richard Moore

  14. Ice by Anna Kavan

  15. The Shape of Content by Ben Shahn

  16. The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck by Mark Manson

  17. Good Grief: On Loving Pets, Here and Hereafter by E.B. Bartels

  18. Down the Garden Path by Beverley Nichols

  19. Daily Rituals: Women at Work by Mason Currey

  20. Six Memos for the Next Millennium by Italo Calvino, trans. Geoffrey Brock

  21. Hammer Head: The Making of a Carpenter by Nina MacLaughlin

  22. Logicomix: An Epic Search for Truth by Apostolos Doxiadis and Christos Papadimitriou

  23. Erasure by Percival Everett

  24. The Theme Park of Women’s Bodies by Maggie Cooper

  25. The Painted Word by Tom Wolfe

  26. Co-Intelligence: Living and Working with AI by Ethan Mollick

  27. Silent Anatomies by Monica Ong

  28. The Voice of Things by Francis Ponge trans. Beth Archer

  29. All the Wasted Beauty of the World by Richard Newman

  30. A Thatched Roof by Beverley Nichols

  31. Get the Picture by Bianca Bosker

  32. That Awful Mess on the Via Merulana by Carlo Emilio Gadda, trans. William Weaver

  33. The Squimbop Condition by David Leo Rice

  34. Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

  35. Forest Primeval by Vievee Francis

  36. The Master Letters by Lucie Brock-Broido

  37. The Society of the Spectacle by Guy Debord, trans Ken Knabb

  38. Fiction and Metaphysics by Amie L. Thomasson

  39. Gods' Man by Lynd Ward

  40. Destiny, a novel in pictures by Nückel Otto

  41. Wintering by Katherine May

  42. The Argonauts by Maggie Nelson

  43. Le Fric: Family, Power and Money: The Business of the Tour de France by Alex Duff

  44. The Rings of Saturn by W.G. Sebald

  45. A Physical Education by Casey Johnston

  46. The Book of Delights by Ross Gay

  47. I Do Know Some Things by Richard Siken

  48. The Grand Hotels (of Joseph Cornell) by Robert Coover

  49. Art, Inc. by Lisa Congdon

  50. Things: A Story of the Sixties by Georges Perec, trans. David Bellos

  51. On Tyranny by Timothy Snyder

  52. How to Make a Living with Your Writing by Joanna Penn

"The Wheelbarrow" in Rock Salt Journal

I’ve got a story out called "The Wheelbarrow" in Rock Salt Journal. You can read it here if you would like.

There Is a Lot of Art Going on in Boston

On the forth floor of a building that’s had an empty storefront as long as I’ve lived here and that I’d assumed was completely empty, walking by it nearly every day, I attended a reading last night at a pop-up art gallery. There were five readers. There was a lot of art on the walls. There was wine, snacks, seltzer. The artists whose work was being shown, being sold, in the space were in attendance. People I do not know but recognized from other events and shows and galleries were in attendance. There was a lot of talking and mingling and connecting before and after the reading.

There is a lot of art going on in Boston.

Earlier in the day, on the walk that I take to avoid becoming too despairing at my desk job, I overheard two young women in the Public Garden — students at Suffolk, or maybe Emerson, no doubt — discussing the arts scene, culture. Decrying the ways in which people who want to start things start them in a vacuum, without looking out at what might be going on around them. And maybe this is true or maybe this is how we learn how to start things but in any case what I heard is that there is a desire, an interest, an investment in arts and letters and the local.

There is a lot of art going on in Boston.

Weeks ago I found myself in the basement of a building near the Somerville Market Basket for some other opening thing and there were recording studios and artist studios and cottage manufacturing studios and I heard the end of a music set played in what felt like a cave with oriental rugs thrown on the ground with the most perfect dim-orange lighting I have ever seen. I came home with my pockets full of business cards and fliers and candy wrappers.

There is a lot of art going on in Boston.

The reading itself was very excellent — for they had assembled a really good line-up of readers — and I got to hear work by folks who were new to me and enjoy getting to know further the work of folks whom I already knew and admired. It was a mix of new work and published work and everybody seemed so excited to be getting together to share it, to enjoy it. To be in a beautiful large room together, to flirt with plans for further events, further collaborations, further additions to the city’s landscapes of arts and letters.

There is a lot of art going on in Boston.

And this is a very exciting thing.

tmplcl, or Templates to Clipboard

While I am secretly[1] focused on a new writing project, I’m still trying to get some of my finished writing projects, you know, published. It’s pulling teeth, jousting at windmills, and/or maybe I just suck at writing.[2] Either way, I prefer to submit to places that are (a) free (because cheap) and (b) on Submittable. I don’t really like Submittable. I liked it better a decade and a half ago when it was called "Submishmash" and, importantly, was free. But it’s convenient to submit to places on Submittable because — for lesser known titles — it signals a certain seriousness (i.e., they’re paying something for it), and because it keeps track of all the submissions for me. It’s not that I’m necessarily averse to keeping track of them myself, but if I don’t have to —

In general I don’t really bother with the cover letter for my submission, not in any real way, because I don’t think that it really does anything. I’ve read at a variety of literary journals and never, not once, had the cover letter any effect on publication. They do usually want a bio though, and so I’ll send that along. But if you use the same bio everywhere…​

For the longest time I’ve just had an alias setup:

alias ,bio='echo "Bio: Daniel Elfanbaum lives near Boston and runs a reading
series called Two Page Tuesday." | pbcopy'

This works fine. Very well, in fact. But the thing is that, for various reasons I won’t go into, it might be nice to have a reasonably well-structured and tested Python project pinned to my GitHub Profile,[3] and we are looking at updating some of our old Python tooling at work, and so I thought I’d take a half a day or so to get back up to speed on uv packaging, typer, and poke at pydantic, although I can’t really say I used hardly any of the useful features of the latter save the very simple validation.

Anyway, I made a tool I’m calling tmplcl ("Template to Clipboard"), and while I eventually want to support string-formatted templates, it’s in good-enough shape that I thought I’d get it up on pypi, so you can now:

pip install tmplcl

Though I’d recommend using uv tool install tmplcl instead.

It’s a very simple app, whose source code you can read here if you would like.

It was a nice thing to chew on a little bit while I slowly get back into the swing of working on this Rust app[4] I’ve had half-built and have been thinking about for a long time. So I suppose now back to that, back to the aforementioned writing project, and onward into September.[5]


1. This is not actually a secret.
2. Always a distinct possibility; I once had a professor write "yadda yadda yadda" across multiple pages of a thesis draft.
3. Prior to this it was just asciidocr, which to be fair is a very good thing to have pinned IMO, as it actually has some stars, and my dotfiles, which, I don’t know, I want people to know I use Neovim, OK? Is that really so bad? (Yes: yes it is. But at least I’m not on Arch…)
4. Which I will open source again, eventually.
5. Because, Christ, where did the summer go?