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The evolution of reading and attention span leaves me terrified to write paragraphs longer than 2.75 sentences. Some paragraphs, however, require multi-sentence packages to deliver complete thoughts. That said, the copious negative space now around paragraphs opens up
It’s not the notion of what constitutes a short sentence that has changed, but rather, what constitutes a complete thought.…
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I promise this isn’t about to become a tennis blog, though I’d have no objection. This is the first in what will be a 10 or 12-part series on the game’s deep impact on me, and its confluence with playing music. After all, racquets and guitars are both strung and played.…
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Inaugural edition. Vinyl only is the only rule. No theme, other than, “Luna & I needed to listen to this this week.”
LMK what Luna should listen to next. My record collection’s wider than it is deep. If I don’t have the artist, I’ll match the style…
:^D
Woke up slightly crunchy this morning after a friend’s “4-hour-dinner at Barbuto” birthday party.…
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The most important thing you can do with your art is to deflect, not reflect, reality.
Is there a switch we can flip, that doesn’t involve a mushroom cloud, that would make everything go back to normal?
And by that I mean, a switch that would just shut everybody the fuck up and create a world of empathic listening?…
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Someone somewhere is working on a faucet that stops while people are brushing their teeth, and then re-starts only when it’s time to rinse. This faucet will be voice-control only, with no lever(s), and you will have to train it to recognize your saying, “Water, please,” with a mouth full of toothpaste.…
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First new track in a while spilled out today, on the heels of my first couple weeks flying solo here in NYC (Cat’s away in Melbourne on Apple’s “Metropolis” for at least a year). A couple days ago, Luna underwent some demanding diagnostics that uncovered she has epilepsy. I’m still processing news and new routines.…
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Meta Meat Team Mate
Ford Kharkey sat behind the wheel of his immaculate repair van, eyes scanning the road ahead. His assistant, Cleave, a lumpy nug of rich red and pink ground beef, sat shotgun, upright in a plastic tub secured by a metal O-ring lashed to the passenger seatbelt. Just south of Belle Glade on Florida 27, they drove in silence for a while, punctuated by the intermittent sounds of love bug splats and wipers against the windshield.…
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This Terminal command to disable MacOS’s default “low-priority throttle” has been indispensible while backing up with Time Machine of late:
sudo sysctl debug.lowpri_throttle_enabled=0
Leaving it on (“=1”) shunts the backup to the last in line for the CPU no matter what. My backup process, however, is a VIP club goer.
Would that I could control, with one simple line of code, the throttle on my darkest thoughts.…
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tr: Because nothing is yellow, everything is green.
haha, at least everything’s not blue…
Sound is physical art.
it’s better to understand what you’re doing rather than to get the right answer
Nothing is random.
You don’t need things you use all the time to “look like new”, just well tended.
We see in most people what we look for, more than what they project.…
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The idea that alien life forms would conform to our dimensional perspectives and physics, and yet still leave themselves vulnerable to human weapons and hate, is naive.
…“An Earthland vacation this light-year? Really?”
“I heard it’s pretty, and I always wanted to go.”
“Okay, but just remember to bring ‘sion-block-“
“Yes, I packed ‘sion-block!”
It’s not the fake, it’s the flake.
Cat Thomas
My IRL family, Maplewood, NJ, 1981 [me: 2nd from bottom left; paternal grandparents Ida & Morris: top row left; self-timer composition, Kodak stock, format unknown]
Down in Florida last month, I began to organize my parents’ 6 bins of photographs, the earliest of which reached back into the 1880s. Aside from being an invaluable record of my family history, the trove also provides, upstream, a fractal of the entire era of mass manual photography.…
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AI still “artificial,” for now :^D
“Hey Westy, when you grew up with no internet, what on Earth did you do for fun?”
Action Park, Vernon, NJ 1982
Caracas, Venezuela 1980
Myrtle Beach, SC 1981
lol. Wouldn’t trade my 80s childhood for all the TikTok in China.
Via “Fight Club” author Chuck Palahniuk, a 4-question Jungian archetype quiz drawn from his graduate-level college Psychology course.
1. What’s your favorite color? Now, no thinking, give the first three words that describe that color.
2. Name an animal. First one that comes to mind. Now, give three adjectives that describe that animal.…
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Youtube user Saboruchan takes us on a journey through a “virtually untouched” abandoned bowling alley in Haikyo, Japan, that opened in 1973 and closed in 2018. Through the modern miracle of a cc-by-sa-nc Creative Commons license, the scene is soundtracked with “Chasing Flight” off my 2016 record Almost X.
Saboruchan’s affection for the abandoned-in-state space and its lost localised grandeur resonates through the video.…
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Park Slope is the mac ’n cheese of nyc neighborhoods. And not an artisanal macaroni and cheese, either. More like a boxed pasta with the powdered cheese packet, where the most adventurous thing that happens is the addition of a few drops of Cholula
Don’t take this wrong. Boxed mac & cheese is far from a damaged or morally bankrupt dinner.…
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One of the highest pleasures is to be more or less unconscious of one’s own existence, to be absorbed in sights, sounds, places, and people.
Alan Watts
You are the clear blue sky.
Pema Chödrön
Everything else is just the weather.