EarBliss, 25sep2021
HORST & GRABEN, the stunning new album from Fran Dominguez, AKA Forest Robots. Fran and I talked about HORST & GRABEN and more in Ep0007 of THE SOCIALIZED RECLUSE. A must-listen.
Incoming: re/emergence0004
The fourth re/emergence story, the latest in an ongoing series of music and microfiction collaborations between the one and only Elizabeth Joan Kelly and myself, arrives this coming Wednesday, 29 September. Newsletter subscribers get early access tomorrow morning. You can sign up here if so inclined…
/25sep2021
Another chilly Fall morning – in other words, perfect.
Still working out a reading routine, the Goldilocksing brought to pages and to time and all that. Current question: is reading like running, where I aim for a certain set of miles, or is it like writing, where I am for time spent?
Rewatched the 1945 DICK TRACY film for the first time in 25-30 years. Solid hour-long B-flick with my favorite cinematic Dick Tracy, Morgan Conway; I'd forgotten how many strange – and wonderful – characters populated the film (though Junior still grates – even though he did manage a modicum of utility).
Might have found more clarity on The Main Thing: only one way to find out. Trying not to let myself have that second cup of coffee until I go back to work, so since I want that cup of coffee, I'd best get back to work.
In which Kirby sees cows for the first time.
/24sep2021
Good morning; it’s currently 49ºF under sunny skies: hoodies are on and things are moving along, if only in a constancy of fits and spurts.
After much back and forth decided on a middle ground between a digital zettelkasten system and an analog one: I'll use the digital as a sort of index, but, if I want to explore things and thoughts further, I'll reference the notebook page where they exist (as I would with a regular book, for example). Think this is a happy medium that addresses some of my tech/thoughtprivacy concerns. Since I just started, I can afford to shift things around – but that window is closing.**
Never underestimate the power of a phone call to get something done, especially when the automated man at the pharmacy is a slacker. "Your prescription will be ready on Tuesday... on Wednesday"... an hour after a single call to the endo, the pharmacy text: your prescription is ready. My CGM/anti-theft tag will be implanted anew this afternoon, the march towards bluetoothiness continuing ever forward.
The dog-children require sustenance; the day awaits.
Long day.
Revisited the T1D article for the first time in a week and, after much internal resistance, seem to have made some headway – though it was more than a bit like pouring peroxide on an open wound: both healing and painful.
(Un)related: my elation over the arrival of a dark chocolate almond stockpile is only slightly diminished by screaming neighborchildren from all sides. Winter can’t get here soon enough.
Important update: Ringo has been rescued from the belly of the vacuum.