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Paddling away from Calypso's island, claiming false identities in every encounter—the genre of WEEKNOTES is never merely a tale, but also its telling! This week, it all adds up in the end, and Emily Wilson sets sail on the wine-dark sea.

Organic patterns emerge from deterministic rules, causal connections go unnoticed—WEEKNOTES start the simulation and sees what happens. This week, ecosystems get their freak on, and Solarists reach the edge of the rational.

Dusty with fragments of citation and punctuation, blinking in the sudden light—WEEKNOTES emerge briefly from the word-mines! This week, the nose goes the grindstone, and Toffler goes to China.

Up and down the west coast with a head full of viral fog, over the bridge and back to a melancholy melody—WEEKNOTES keeps moving, even when they don't feel like it. This week, the fort is held, and Scandinavian history is scattershot.

No ornate ironies and allusions this week—just a pared-down back-to-basics WEEKNOTES, because I am sick as a dog and it's all I can manage.

There and back again, running the risk and riding the rails—WEEKNOTES takes a trip to That London. This week, the Chronoberg Chronicle meets its moment, and Discworld trumps Middle Earth in almost every way.

From dead giraffes to post-apocalyptic monastics—WEEKNOTES lays it all out on the sidewalk, and lets the kids watch, too. This week, the world is (so much) more-then-human, and fiction is (so much) more than a signal of its author's morality.