hi, i’m nuri. this is where i’ll post things i’m working on (when i remember to) — whether its music, or musings, or fiction, or video, or live events, or whatever comes next. if you want to follow along, it’s free, or you can choose to pay. you don’t get anything extra if you pay, but you help support me to keep doing the things, and i appreciate it. 💕
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Recent posts
dimensional intersections and wavelengths
i’m supposed to be taking the next week off. i started writing this last week. now i’m supposed to be taking **this** week off and finally finishing this.
so of course i found “work” to do. 🤦🏻♀️
my car was repo’d earlier this week (last week - got it back yesterday - tldr: do mutual aid shit, it’s so important) — which is annoying, humiliating, frustrating, terrifying, and so many other feelings.
the miranda process sketches,
i figured i’d put all of lettie jane’s process sketches here in one post, so it’s easier to find ‘em without having to scroll past all my words.
miranda comes to life
i’m so excited, y’all.
the world is on fire, i’m making no money, i can’t pay my bills, the prospect of my becoming stateless is feeling more real than ever before in my life.
but i’m fuckin’ fired up.
remain joyful / no more water
fascism, particularly in the 21st century, thrives on attention. it demands it. it is fueled by it. it consumes attention and requires ever greater amounts. that attention fuels its shallow and hollow power. it only has the power we give it, and that power — power rooted in fear and control — is always fragile and transitory.
new energy for old projects
i started writing a new blog post last week, and then never finished it.
i’m not really sure where i was going with it — and i’m not sure at this point i find it’s worth going back to.
the best parts of my practice lately have come from serendipity, from leaning into chaos energy, from allowing the flow to take hold.
a vlog because other formats are daunting rn
the more humane option
i’m icked out and stressed out and sick of not being able to get my proper medication. i feel overwhelmed by how many words it would take to describe how i’m feeling right now — sorry, just got interrupted
trying to get the brain gunk out
i never did get around to writing the thing(s) i wanted to work on yesterday. i thought i might try to work on it now, but i can’t. my brain’s too tired. or something.
maybe i’ll actually write something now.
i haven’t been writing much lately. i keep wanting to. i have a series of reminders i’ve set for myself to work on a children’s story, a speculative story about liberation, a space opera i started and abandoned, a time travel romance.
dance with me
there’s been a lot going on.
fighting the tide with teacups
you know… i had meant to do a whole blog recapping the show and the trip out to the buttonwood tree last week — but that’s not where i am right now, and it feels somehow too much the antithesis of the point of this blog.
i broke my toe
the title is pretty self-explanatory, i think.
secrets and escapes
i have a very busy day ahead of me.
seeing rainbows, seeing stars
i played my show.
maybe when i have a bit more free time i’ll share some clips.
i recorded the whole thing, but my head and chest were cut off.
oof busy
oof, it’s been a minute since i’ve posted.
it’s been a busy time.
i need to do some updating
this is (one of the things) what’s gotten me stuck in the past. i published this site and i already feel like i need to make changes. my, for lack of a better work, “practice” is not necessarily what i thought it would be, and i can see it shifting.
i feel like i should go with that flow, but also without letting go of the things that give me joy.
another queer art party
fresh off the heels of completing another queer art party, i feel gratitude this morning. for community. for connection. for my liberty, at this moment, to commit myself to this work.
I woke up this morning, gently, to the sound of rain and the smell of petrichor, a gentle breeze blowing over my bare skin, and it felt like a gift from Mother Nature, Mother Earth, from the wind, from whichever, any and all aspects of the Divine.
looky here
so, while i haven’t completely abandoned my patreon, i am actively working on moving all of my new posts here to my brand-new website (that just cleaned out my checking account, yay!) but — there’s a lot of content on patreon to move, so it will take me a while to get it all over here.
show(s) (and other stuff) coming
i'm playing a show on june 1. (if you're the facebook type, here's the link there).
the last time i played out was december 2015 — it was a "holiday" concert, a benefit, and we played one song. i don't even remember it. i don't think i have a recording of it anywhere.
maybe moving from patreon? odd thing to post on patreon.
well, last night's anxiety post sure was fun, huh?
i'm not gonna go back down that rabbithole, but just say that it's (hopefully? i think?) being dealt with.
every time i open this lately, or share something from here, i feel more and more like patreon is not the right platform.