/29sep2021

Good morning; it's currently 48ºF under sunny skies and I am, for the second time this week, faced with a significant – and thus far inexplicable – morning blood sugar surge. Most likely culprit: weather change. Every time this happens – which is every time the weather shifts significantly – I forget that this happens. Until proven otherwise, I'll roll with this being the responsible party.

Finished McCarthy's ALL THE PRETTY HORSES yesterday and promptly added the other two titles in his Border Trilogy – THE CROSSING and CITIES OF THE PLAIN – to the to-read list. Beautiful book.

The latest collab between myself and Elizabeth Joan Kelly, RE/EMERGENCE0004, is now available to your eyes and ears – for a limited time. Feast upon our ArtsNCraftsPunk.

“'The ways democracies often die is through legal things at the ballot box…'”

“We often think that what we should be waiting for is fascists and communists marching in the streets, but nowadays, the ways democracies often die is through legal things at the ballot box — so things that can be both legal and antidemocratic at the same time,” said Daniel Ziblatt, a professor at Harvard University and the co-author of “How Democracies Die,” who is working on a successive volume. “Politicians use the letter of the law to subvert the spirit of the law.”

/28sep2021

Grey skies, 62ºF and more than a bit muggy: climate-change weather machinations and attendant seasonal bastardizations continuing without end.

A brief moment of panic three-to-five-minutes-ago as Kirby, in the midst of chasing a ball, stumbled over himself and let loose a yelp and a limp. He's since walked it off, no problems putting weight on the leg. Cautious relief, moving forward.

Big day today, the first chat of what I'm considering to be season two of THE SOCIALIZED RECLUSE (eight episodes feels like a solid length for a "season"). Demarcation simply because I'm trying out new things – interview via Zoom, for one – and this is, remarkably, the start of the show's second year.

The day awaits.

/27sep2021

Inexplicable bloodsugar surge overnight but probably rectified with a few extra breakfast clicks of the orange pen, in theory anyhow. Likely outcome: I'll drop too low to run, have to eat something to run, then end up too high, run, come back, and find myself back where I started. Such is the T1D day, the third full-time job of the day.

JURASSIC PARK remains a fun ride – though I'd forgotten how quickly it ended. Bit of an imbalance there: would've been better, IMO, to leave end as is and lob off 99% of the expository first act since everyone agreed to go to the island rather quickly and nothing there impacted the rest of the film. Still: that T-Rex scene at the end? And the raptor kitchen scene? Love.

56ºF and sun. Post-breakfast playtime – ballthrow, probably – and return to The Work – with coffee – await.

Listening: Brian Eno, MUSIC FOR INSTALLATIONS.

/26sep2021

44ºF under cool and crisp sun: a Jorkie continues to recover from another hormonally-wrought attack by The Morkie (I'm going to YouTube "neuter dog" before too long; fortunately Kirby's month of the snip and the tack and the cone draws nigh). Not a bad savaging, but troublesome, nonethless. The Jorkie relishes the kisses and the carries.

Started my umpteenth rewatch (and first in about 20 years) of JURASSIC PARK last night – K's first viewing. Still holds up: the music reminds me of why it made me want to go into music composition the first time I saw it in the movie theatre; its effects are still awe-inspiring, nearly 30 years after they changed the face of film. Timmy still annoys the fuck out of me.

September's MacroParentheticals dispatch – and early access to the fourth re/emergence collab between myself and Elizabeth Joan Kelly – arrives in subscribers' inboxes at +/-1000 EST. You can sign up here, if so inclined.

Dog-children, sustenance; Jorkie, kisses and carries. On with the day. Type type type.

The morning's listening: PALEOSHAMAN, by Paleowolf; THIS PLACE TO BE, by Steve Roach.