../melody in chaos
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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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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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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“an analog stereo receiver knob that expands space.”
”Kandinski’s ‘Regret’”
“The last musician on Earth, photographed by William Eggleston.”
”A guitar pedal that controls space and time.”
From our garden last night. Orion’s Belt visible, too, lower right.
And from just outside our building’s front door tonight. Orion out hunting in full force.
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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bugs on a plate
us hwy 27, fl
jan 2023
empty public space
brooklyn, nyc
jan 2023
swank market, almost open
loxahatchee groves, fl
jan 2023
q-train, looking south
nyc, ny
feb 2023
“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.
Me crossing Abbey Road in 1987.
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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Let’s say you’re eschewing car travel to walk up Campden Hill Road, from Kensington to Notting Hill, London. Wearing a pair of Nike Air Force Ones, you are drawn uphill by memories of the mythical Geales for fish & chips and sticky toffee pudding, when out of nowhere you step in a pile of human feces on the street that entered the street-shitter’s GI system as a Double Big Mac Happy Meal.…
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Were there inner voices before there was oral language? Just curious what a Neanderthal thought to theirself.
Tbf, I still have no idea how an idea in my head ends up in a written word. I don’t think in words as I write. With no codified written language, maybe Ned Neanderthal, in his codified codpiece, had no facility to express it all, either.…
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