cart / horse
Surprise surprise I got ahead of myself again and thought of form (zine! anthology!) and totally froze myself. Rededicating myself to working in / on whatever interests me in the moment and taking it day by day, minute by minute: shaping scrap metal, joining words together, drawing little index card cartoons of myself every morning, writing these things at midday. Not to say I won't pursue longer form or longer term works (longform doesn't always mean long term) but I won't set out to do so or assign it / them deeper value to my day and life than that. Make, release, make, release, make release...
earbliss_20250930
The world may be shit but at least there’s new Neko Case music in it.
metal_0053
A quick return to my imaginary metal plants with custom-designed 3D pot for a teacher colleague of K's. Nice diversion from the brain-melting of current WIP. Pure creation, one piece leading to another - sculptural jazz, for lack of a better phrase.
resiceptance
While nuHerbie the insulin pump (second one, first Herbie was felled by a recycling dumpster corner) been life-altering – in 99.9% good ways – the .1% has been a source of frustration and confusion since day one: on some days, I'm able to get in a good four mile run before I become a hypoglycemic mess, on others, barely a mile. No matter the settings, no matter if I use exercise mode, or how much insulin I take, vexation. Though it's taken me awhile – nuHerbie and I are heading towards our third anniversary of symbiotic collaboration to keep me not dead – I've finally landed on a solution: give up on distance, focus on intensity. Get what I can get out of the run and call it good enough; can't decide if it's resignation or acceptance (still sussing out the difference). Probably both. Resiceptance.
